I cried softly like a weak little bird. I sounded like a dove as I mourned. My eyes grew tired as I looked up toward heaven. Lord, my life is in danger. Please come and help me!
All of us growl like hungry bears. We sound like doves as we mourn. We want the Lord to do what is fair and save us. But he doesn’t do it. We long for him to set us free. But the time for that seems far away.
And that’s not all. Our eyes grew tired. We looked for help that never came. We watched from our towers. We kept looking for a nation that couldn’t save us.