I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the disquietness of my heart.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groaning pours forth like the waters.
My insides boiled and did not rest; the days of affliction have met me.
I went mourning without the sun; I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
When I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
We all roar like bears and mourn sadly like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.