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;
Lord, I am oppressed, be my (D)security.

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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)

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