I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart.
I cannot eat for sighing; my groans pour out like water.
My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me.
I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help.
When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long.
We growl like hungry bears; we moan like mournful doves. We look for justice, but it never comes. We look for rescue, but it is far away from us.