I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
I am faint and sorely bruised [deadly cold and quite worn out]; I groan by reason of the disquiet and moaning of my heart.
I’m worn out, completely crushed; I groan because of my miserable heart.
And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
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.