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14 (A)Like a swallow, like a crane, so I chirped;
I (B)moan like a dove;
My (C)eyes look wistfully to the heights;
O Lord, I am oppressed, be my (D)security.

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16 Even when their survivors (A)escape, they will be on the mountains like (B)doves of the valleys, all of them (C)moaning, each over his own iniquity.

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