אֲנָחָה

I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.

“Even today my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.

O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.

Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.

A dire vision is declared to me: “The traitor still betrays, and the destroyer still destroys. Go up, O Elam! Lay siege, O Media! I will put an end to all her groaning.”

So the redeemed of the LORD will return and enter Zion with singing, crowned with everlasting joy. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee.

So the redeemed of the LORD will return and enter Zion with singing, crowned with everlasting joy. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee.

You have said, ‘Woe is me because the LORD has added sorrow to my pain! I am worn out with groaning and have found no rest.’”

Let all their wickedness come before You, and deal with them as You have dealt with me because of all my transgressions. For my groans are many, and my heart is faint.