⁸ I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

²⁴ For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

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

22 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

² O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

²⁸ I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.