I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
When I declared not my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
For my sighing comes as my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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.
My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me.