I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.
For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.
My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.
We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.