14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;I moan like a dove.(A)My eyes grow weak looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed; support me.(B)
16 The survivors among them will escape(A)and live on the mountainslike doves of the valley,all of them moaning,each over his own iniquity.
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