I have become weak and greatly crushed; I howled from the groaning 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 am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness 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.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings pour out like water.
My inward parts boiled and did not rest; days of affliction went before me.
I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.
When I kept silent, my bones became old Through my groaning all the day.
All of us growl like bears, and moan sadly like doves. We look for right-ruling, but there is none; for deliverance, but it is far from us.