¹⁴ I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.^(A)
My eyes grow weak looking upwards.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.^(B)

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