For my loins were filled with inflammation, and no soundness in my flesh.
For my sighing will come before any bread, and my groanings shall be poured put as waters.
My bowels boiled, and were not silent: the days of affliction anticipated me.
I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.
We shall growl as bears all of us, and murmuring we shall murmur as doves: we shall wait for judgment, and none; for salvation, it was far from us.