We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.

Παντες βρυχωμεθα ως αρκτοι και στεναζομεν ως τρυγονες· κρισιν προσμενομεν αλλα δεν υπαρχει· σωτηριαν αλλ' ειναι μακραν αφ' ημων.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.