¹⁷ But as for me, I am poor and needy;^(A)
    may the Lord think^(B) of me.
You are my help^(C) and my deliverer;^(D)
    you are my God, do not delay.^(E)

¹⁴ I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.^(A)
My eyes grew weak^(B) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”^(C)