I lie awake. I am like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
I’m a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.
My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer— also at night, but I find no rest.
My loved ones and my friends keep their distance and my relatives stand far away because of my sickness.
(You keep my eyelids open.) I am so upset that I cannot speak.
