Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look wistfully upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
We all roar like bears and mourn sadly like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes grow dim while I wait for my God.
It is decreed: She is uncovered and led away captive; her handmaidens shall lead her as with the voice of doves, beating their chests.
Even when their survivors escape, they shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, every one over his iniquity.
I am a brother of jackals and a companion of owls.
Our eyes failed us, watching vainly for help; in our watchtowers we watched for a nation that could not save us.
Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails! Hide not Your face from me, lest I be like those who go down into the pit.
My eyes fail from reading Your word, saying, “When will You comfort me?”
“Now put down a pledge for me with Yourself. Who is he who will shake hands with me?
Through this oath Jesus became the guarantor of a better covenant.
Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint, and I murmur,
Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away. “Halt! Halt!” they cry, but no one turns back.