14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.(A)
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.(B)

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16 The survivors among them will escape(A)
and live on the mountains.
Like doves of the valley,
all of them will moan,
each over his own iniquity.

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