All you do is moan.

Clouds are not something to moan about.

Have you ever noticed how much people moan about them?

'I'm being pushed into a grave. The situation is grave,' I moan.

The wretched shall be ( cast ) in the Fire where they will moan and sigh ,

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

We take the good for granted, and we moan and groan at the bad.

Anyway, when I hear these monkey fucking liberals bitch and moan about smashing bank windows,

He'll follow her into exile, or moan over a grave the rest of his life.

There will be plenty to moan about if we don t solve these problems sooner rather than later.

Then his wife came forward , making moan , and smote her face , and cried A barren old woman !

Then his wife came forward , making moan , and smote her face , and cried A barren old woman !

As she was tied and gagged in the dark room, Layla was moaning and she could hear a person moan back.

Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you moan and Wade in the water, and I done done, This little light of mine.

It is decreed she is uncovered, she is carried away and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.

It's getting late, the shades of the afternoon begin to lengthen and like a cage full of birds, our life is full of moan.

For this I will lament and wail I will go stripped and naked I will howl like the jackals, and moan like the daughters of owls.

Yet I could see soiled nappies, and I could see that some of the children were distressed, but the only noise was a low, continuous moan.

We roar all like bears, and moan bitterly like doves we look for justice, but there is none for salvation, but it is far off from us.

It's as if there's some schadenfreude there, that we actually take delight in people getting things wrong, so that we can then moan and groan and bitch at them.

Your tires shall be on your heads, and your shoes on your feet you shall not mourn nor weep but you shall pine away in your iniquities, and moan one toward another.

We sat there all day picking cotton, without complaining, without crying, while they sang things like Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you moan and Wade in the water, and I done done, This little light of mine.

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