I lie awake, I have become like a lonely bird on a roof.
“I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches.
My soul waits for the Lord More than the watchmen for the morning, The watchmen for the morning.
O my God, I call by day, but You do not answer; And by night, but I have no rest.
My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off.
You have held my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
