I feel 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 cries pour out like water.
“I am seething within and cannot rest; Days of misery confront me.
“I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
¶When I kept silent about my sin, my body 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.