Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

O Lord, you understand my heart’s desire; my groaning is not hidden from you.