Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter, I did mourn as a dove, murmuring and groaning with querulous notes, with broken sounds expressive of pain; mine eyes fail with looking upward, with painful longing, and yet lifted up to the Lord. O Lord, I am oppressed, as a debtor hard pressed by his creditors; undertake for me, literally, "be surety for me," so that he would be delivered from this oppression.

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