As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.
Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.
While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation `that' saveth not.
And escaped away have their fugitives, And they have been on the mountains As doves of the valleys, All of them make a noising -- each for his iniquity.
And it is established -- she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.
And Nineveh `is' as a pool of waters, From of old it `is' -- and they are fleeing! `Stand ye, stand;' and none is turning!
by so much of a better covenant hath Jesus become surety,