⁸ I am feeble and utterly crushed;^(A)
    I groan^(B) in anguish of heart.^(C)

³ When I kept silent,^(A)
    my bones wasted away^(B)
    through my groaning^(C) all day long.

²⁴ For sighing^(A) has become my daily food;^(B)
    my groans^(C) pour out like water.^(D)

²⁸ I go about blackened,^(A) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.^(B)

¹¹ We all growl like bears;
    we moan mournfully like doves.^(A)
We look for justice, but find none;
    for deliverance, but it is far away.