L ike a swallow a crane, so did I chatter; I mourned as a dove; mine eyes failed upward: Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
Like a twittering swallow or a crane, so do I chirp and chatter; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary and dim with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; take my side and be my security.
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