I am faint and badly crushed; I groan because of the agitation of my heart.
“For my groaning comes at the sight of my food, And my roaring pours out like water.
“I am boiling within and cannot be silent; Days of affliction confront me.
“I go about darkened but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
¶When I kept silent about my sin, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all day long.
All of us growl like bears, And moan sadly like doves; We hope for justice, but there is none, For salvation, but it is far from us.