For my loins were filled with inflammation, and no soundness in my flesh.
If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.
For my sighing will come before any bread, and my groanings shall be poured put as waters.
I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
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.
My bowels boiled, and were not silent: the days of affliction anticipated me.