Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!
"Lay down a pledge for me with yourself; who is there who will put up security for me?
I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches.
My eyes long for your promise; I ask, "When will you comfort me?"
Answer me quickly, O LORD! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit.
Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint and I moan,
I am weary with my crying out; 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 hope 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, each one over his iniquity.
its mistress[3] is stripped;[4] she is carried off, her slave girls lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.
Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away.[5] "Halt! Halt!" they cry, but none turns back.
This makes Jesus the guarantor of a better covenant.