When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.Lord, all my desire[ is] before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.