^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.

¹¹ All of us growl like bears,
And ^(A)moan sadly like doves;
We hope for ^(B)justice, but there is none,
For salvation, but it is far from us.