3 For when I kept silent, my nbones wasted away
through my ogroaning all day long.
8 I am feeble and crushed;
I vgroan because of the tumult of my heart.
and my ygroanings are poured out like water.
11 We all growl like bears;
mwe moan and moan like doves;
nwe hope for justice, but there is none;
for salvation, but it is far from us.