⁹ from the wicked who are out to destroy me,
    from my mortal enemies who surround me.^(A)

²⁴ Why do you hide your face^(A)
    and forget^(B) our misery and oppression?^(C)

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)