But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
*My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
*He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
The Lord GOD has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary: he wakens morning by morning, he wakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.
Therefore I also have struck you with a grievous wound. I have made you desolate because of your sins.