I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on 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 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.