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!
“Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?
I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
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.
This makes Jesus the surety of a better covenant.