Psalm 38:8

New International Version

I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.

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For sighing has become my daily food; my groans pour out like water.

The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

We all growl like bears; we moan mournfully like doves. We look for justice, but find none; for deliverance, but it is far away.