¹¹ We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.

¹⁴ As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.

¹⁶ And escaped away have their fugitives, And they have been on the mountains As doves of the valleys, All of them make a noising -- each for his iniquity.

¹⁴ And have not cried unto Me with their heart, but howl on their beds, For corn and new wine they assemble themselves, They turn aside against Me.

¹ Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.

¹⁵ Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

⁹ Therefore hath judgment been far from us, And righteousness reacheth us not, We wait for light, and lo, darkness, For brightness -- in thick darkness we go,

²⁰ Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.

¹⁵⁵ Far from the wicked `is' salvation, For Thy statutes they have not sought.

⁹ Only, near to those fearing Him `is' His salvation, That honour may dwell in our land.

⁸ I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

²⁸ Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

²⁹ A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.