Psalm 38:8

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

My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me, far from helping me, [and] the words of my groaning?

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.

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

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

We all roar like bears, and moan greatly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.