I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.
I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
We all growl like bears; we moan and moan like doves; we hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.
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