Psalm 38:8

Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

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For my sighing comes as my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.

My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me.

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

When I declared not my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.

We all growl like bears, we moan and moan like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.