I cry like a swallow; I mourn like a dove. My eyes are red from looking to you, LORD. I am terribly abused. Please come and help me.
If you, LORD, don't help, who will pay the price for my release?
making mournful sounds like jackals and owls.
I am worn out from waiting for you to keep your word. When will you have mercy?
Please hurry, LORD, and answer my prayer. I feel hopeless. Don't turn away and leave me here to die.
Please listen and help me. My thoughts are troubled, and I keep groaning
I am worn out from crying, and my throat is dry. I have waited for you till my eyes are blurred.
We growl like bears and mourn like doves. We hope for justice and victory, but they escape us.
Our eyes became weary, hopelessly looking for help from a nation that could not save us.
Anyone who survives will escape into the hills, like doves who leave the valleys to find safety. All of you will moan because of your sins.
Nineveh is disgraced. The queen is dragged off. Her servant women mourn; they sound like doves, and they beat their breasts in sorrow.
Nineveh is like a pond with leaking water. Shouts of “Stop! Don't go!” can be heard everywhere. But everyone is leaving.
This means that Jesus guarantees us a better agreement with God.