And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
Sing to him a new canticle, sing well unto him with a loud noise.
Before I eat, I sigh: and as overflowing waters, so is my roaring.
I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
We shall roar all of us like bears and shall lament as mournful doves. We have looked for judgment; and there is none: for salvation; and it is far from us.
My inner parts have boiled without any rest: the days of affliction have prevented me.