For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.

There is the roaring of the lion and the growling of the young lion, but the teeth of the young lions are broken.

When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.

Their roar is like a lion’s; they roar like young lions. They growl and seize their prey; they drag it away and no one can come to the rescue.

He broke down their strongholds and devastated their cities. The land and everything in it was frightened at the sound of his roaring.

For the music director; according to the tune “Morning Doe;” a psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I groan in prayer, but help seems far away.

Listen to the howling of shepherds, because their magnificence has been destroyed. Listen to the roaring of young lions, because the thickets of the Jordan have been devastated.