אֲנָחָה

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

A grievous vision is declared to me. The treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, Elam; attack! I have stopped all of Media’s sighing.

Then Yahweh’s ransomed ones will return, and come with singing to Zion; and everlasting joy will be on their heads. They will obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.”

Those ransomed by Yahweh will return, and come with singing to Zion. Everlasting joy shall be on their heads. They will obtain gladness and joy. Sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

‘You said, “Woe is me now! For Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.” ’