I am tormented, and made low full greatly; I roared for the wailing of mine heart.
Before that I eat, I sigh; and as of water flowing, so is my roaring.
Mine inner things boiled out with-out my rest; and [the] days of torment came before me.
I went mourning, and I rose up without strong vengeance in the company, and I cried.
For I was still, my bones waxed eld; while I cried all day.
All we shall roar as bears, and we shall wail thinking as culvers; we abided doom, and none there is; we abided health, and it is made far from us.