But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.
He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintance are truly estranged from me.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
The Lord GOD has given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakens morning by morning, he wakens my ear to hear as the learned.
Therefore also will I make you sick in smiting you, in making you desolate because of your sins.