But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
Is not my help in me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
so am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
The Lord God hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.
Therefore also will I make thee sick in smiting thee, in making thee desolate because of thy sins.