¹⁶ “If I have denied the desires of the poor^(A)
    or let the eyes of the widow^(B) grow weary,^(C)

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)

¹⁷ Moreover, our eyes failed,
    looking in vain^(A) for help;^(B)
from our towers we watched
    for a nation^(C) that could not save us.

⁹ They have freely scattered their gifts to the poor,^(A)
    their righteousness endures^(B) forever;
    their horn^[a] will be lifted^(C) high in honor.