14  Like a swallow or a crane I chirp;

I moan ^wlike a dove.

My eyes are weary with looking upward.

O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!

11  We all growl like bears;

we moan and moan ⁱlike doves;

we hope for justice, but there is none;

for salvation, but it is far from us.

7  its mistress¹ is stripped;² she is carried off,

her slave girls lamenting,

moaning ^tlike doves

and beating their breasts.