I Am Like a Deaf Man

I am utterly bowed down and prostrate. All the day i go about mourning. For my loins are filled with burning and there is no soundness in my flesh. I groan because of the tumult of my heart. Lord, all my longing is known to you. My sighing is not hidden from you. And so we give you praise and thank you. In jesus name, in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit. Amen gosh.