I am weak and faint. I moan from the pain I feel.
I make sad sounds as I eat; my groans pour out like water.
I never stop being upset; days of suffering are ahead of me.
I have turned black, but not by the sun. I stand up in public and cry for help.
When I kept things to myself, I felt weak deep inside me. I moaned all day long.
All of us growl like the bears. We call out sadly like the doves. We look for justice, but there isn’t any. We want to be saved, but salvation is far away.
