²⁸ You who dwell in Moab,
Leave the cities and ^(A)dwell in the rock,
And be like ^(B)the dove which makes her nest
In the sides of the cave’s mouth.

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

¹⁴ Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered;
^(A)I mourned like a dove;
My eyes fail from looking upward.
O ^[a]Lord, I am oppressed;
^[b]Undertake for me!

^13 (A)Though you lie down among the ^[a]sheepfolds,
^(B)You will be like the wings of a dove covered with silver,
And her feathers with yellow gold.”