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.
24 For my sighing comes xinstead of my bread,
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.
7 In the days of his flesh, uJesus offered up prayers and supplications, vwith loud cries and tears, to him wwho was able to save him from death, and xhe was heard because of his reverence.