God has worn me down and destroyed my family;
I am sick of life! And from my deep despair, I complain to you, my God.
My friends have rejected me, but God is the one I beg
God has turned relatives and friends against me,
In the world of the dead, the wicked and the weary rest without a worry.
and I have finally reached the end of my rope.
Leave me alone and let me die; my life has no meaning.
God has made my days drag on and my nights miserable.
The LORD God gives me the right words to encourage the weary. Each morning he awakens me eager to learn his teaching;
Because of your sins, I will wound you and leave you ruined and defenseless.
