"We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us."
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I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land.
Salvation is far from the wicked: for they seek not thy statutes.
Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.
Therefore is judgment far from us, neither doth justice overtake us: we wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
And they have not cried unto me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, and they rebel against me.
But they that escape of them shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, every one for his iniquity.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.
We roar all like bears, and mourn grievously like doves: we look for judgment, and there is none; for salvation, [but] it is far from us.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
We all roar like bears, and mourn bitterly like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.