⁸ I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

²⁴ For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all 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 have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

² My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; 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.