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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14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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