But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Therefore also will I make thee sick in smiting thee, in making thee desolate because of thy sins.
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.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary be at rest.
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.
Is not my help in me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?