¹⁶ “Have I refused to help the poor,
    or crushed the hopes of widows?

¹⁴ Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane,
    and then I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help.
    I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”

¹⁷ We looked in vain for our allies
    to come and save us,
but we were looking to nations
    that could not help us.

⁹ They share freely and give generously to those in need.
    Their good deeds will be remembered forever.
    They will have influence and honor.

³ I am exhausted from crying for help;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes are swollen with weeping,
    waiting for my God to help me.