Psalms 38:8

"When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long."

"For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters."

"I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation."

"We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us."