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)

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)

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)

¹³ Even while you sleep among the sheep pens,^[a](A)
    the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
    its feathers with shining gold.”