figures of doves covered with silver, whose wings glittered with fine gold. (Why did some of you stay among the sheep pens on the day of battle?)

You are like a dove that hides in the crevice of a rock. Let me see your lovely face and hear your enchanting voice.

My voice was thin and weak, And I moaned like a dove. My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven. LORD, rescue me from all this trouble.

We are frightened and distressed. We long for God to save us from oppression and wrong, but nothing happens.

"You people who live in Moab, leave your towns! Go and live on the cliffs! Be like the dove that makes its nest in the sides of a ravine.

Some will escape to the mountains like doves frightened from the valleys. All of them will moan over their sins.