“Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?
Isaiah 38:14 - Revised Standard Version Like a swallow or a crane I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be thou my security! Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Like a twittering swallow or a crane, so do I chirp and chatter; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary and dim with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; take my side and be my security [as of a debtor being sent to prison]. American Standard Version (1901) Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety. Common English Bible Like a swallow I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes have grown weary looking to heaven. Lord, I’m overwhelmed; support me!” Catholic Public Domain Version I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward. Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me. |
“Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?
My eyes fail with watching for thy promise; I ask, “When wilt thou comfort me?”
Make haste to answer me, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the Pit.
Attend to me, and answer me; I am overcome by my trouble. I am distraught
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
We all growl like bears, we moan and moan like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
And if any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains, like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one over his iniquity.
its mistress is stripped, she is carried off, her maidens lamenting, moaning like doves, and beating their breasts.
Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away. “Halt! Halt!” they cry; but none turns back.