¹¹ We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

¹⁴ Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail [with looking] upward: Lord, I am oppressed, be my collateral.

¹⁶ But those of those who escape shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one in his iniquity.

¹⁴ They haven't cried to me with their heart, But they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.

¹ Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

¹⁵ We looked for peace, but no good came; [and] for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!

⁹ Therefore is justice far from us, neither does righteousness overtake us: we look for light, but, behold, darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.

²⁰ Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of Yahweh, the rebuke of your God.

¹⁵⁵ Salvation is far from the wicked, For they don't seek your statutes.

⁹ Surely his salvation is near those who fear him, That glory may dwell in our land.

⁸ I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

⁴ For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.