¹¹ We all growl like bears;
    we moan mournfully like doves.^(A)
We look for justice, but find none;
    for deliverance, but it is far away.

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)

¹⁶ The fugitives^(A) who escape
    will flee to the mountains.
Like doves^(B) of the valleys,
    they will all moan,
    each for their own sins.^(C)

¹⁴ They do not cry out to me from their hearts^(A)
    but wail on their beds.
They slash themselves,^[a] appealing to their gods
    for grain and new wine,^(B)
    but they turn away from me.^(C)