I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned because of the disquietness of my heart.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
We all roar like bears, and moan greatly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.
My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.