And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
I am faint and sorely bruised [deadly cold and quite worn out]; I groan by reason of the disquiet and moaning of my heart.
I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
I’m worn out, completely crushed; I groan because of my miserable heart.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
Before I eat, I sigh; and like overflowing waters, so is my howl,
My insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it.
I went forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion.
Sing to him a new song. Sing psalms to him skillfully, with loud exclamation.
We will all roar like bears, and we will sigh like despondent doves. We hoped for judgment, and there is none; for salvation, and it is far from us.