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14 I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward: Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.

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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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