⁸ I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

²⁴ For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

¹ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? `Why art thou so' far from helping me, `and from' the words of my groaning?

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

¹¹ We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.