⁶ I am bent over and racked with pain.
    All day long I walk around filled with grief.

²⁸ I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
    I stand in the public square and cry for help.

¹⁴ I was sad, as though they were my friends or family,
    as if I were grieving for my own mother.

⁹ “O God my rock,” I cry,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I wander around in grief,
    oppressed by my enemies?”