6 I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
82 My eyes fail with watching for your promise; I ask, “When will you comfort me?”(A)
14 Like a swallow or a crane[a] I clamor; I moan like a dove.My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!(A)
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