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 you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?

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.