As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.
We shall growl as bears all of us, and murmuring we shall murmur as doves: we shall wait for judgment, and none; for salvation, it was far from us.
I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
It was fixed, she was led away captive, she went up and her maids being led as the voice of doves smiting upon their heart
And they escaping, escaped, and they were on the mountains as doves of the valleys, all of them slain, a man for his iniquity.
I was a brother to jackals, and a companion to the daughters of the ostrich.
Continuing, yet our eyes will fail, for our help in vain: in our watching we watched for a nation it will not save us.
Quickly answer me, O Jehovah: my spirit failed: thou wilt not hide thy face from me: I was made like those going down to the pit.
Mine eyes failed for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
Set up now, pledge me with thee: who is he will strike for my hand?
According to this, Jesus has become security of a better covenant.
Attend to me and answer me; I shall flow down and make a noise in my complaint
And Nineveh it is as a pool of water from the days, and they fleeing, stood: they stood, and none looking back.