I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
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.