Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
But most certainly, God has listened. He has heard the voice of my prayer.
I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.*
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.
You heard my voice; don't hide your ear at my breathing, at my cry.