I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.
I wait for the Lord more eagerly than sentries wait for the dawn— than sentries wait for the dawn.
During the day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer; I call at night, but get no rest.
My friends and neighbors will not come near me, because of my sores; even my family keeps away from me.
He keeps me awake all night; I am so worried that I cannot speak.
