14 “(A)Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter;I (B)moan like a dove;My (C)eyes look wistfully to the heights;O Lord, I am oppressed, be my (D)security.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove.(A)My eyes grew weak(B) as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(C)
16 Even when their survivors (A)escape, they will be on the mountains like (B)doves of the valleys, all of them [a](C)mourning, each over his own iniquity.
16 The fugitives(A) who escape will flee to the mountains.Like doves(B) of the valleys, they will all moan, each for their own sins.(C)
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