I can't sleep. I'm like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
I am like a brother to the jackals, a companion to owls.
I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.
My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
My loved ones and my friends don't come near me because they're afraid of what I've got. Even my family keeps me at a distance.
You stop me going to sleep; I'm so upset I can't even talk.
