But now he made me weary: thou hast made desolate all mine assembly.
So was I caused to possess to me months of vanity, and nights of toil were allotted to me.
And also I made sick, striking thee, making desolate for thy sins.
The Lord Jehovah gave to me the tongue of the expert to know to help the weary with a word: he will rouse up in the morning by morning, he will rouse up to me the ear to hear as the expert
My soul was weary in my life; I shall leave upon me my complaint; I shall speak in the bitterness of my soul
I melted away; I shall not live forever: desist from me, for my days are vanity.
There the unjust ceased to be angry, and the weary in strength shall rest.
My friends mocking me: to God mine eye wept.
He removed my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance truly turned aside from me.
And if not my help in me? and deliverance fled from me?