¹⁹ Do not hand over the life of your dove^(A) to wild beasts;
    do not forget the lives of your afflicted^(B) people forever.

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)

²⁸ Abandon your towns and dwell among the rocks,
    you who live in Moab.
Be like a dove^(A) that makes its nest
    at the mouth of a cave.^(B)