As the waters fail from the sea, and a river falls away and dries up,
so man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be awakened out of their sleep.
And the waters shall fail from the sea, and the river shall fail and dry up.
Why has my pain been without end, and why is my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You surely are to me like a deceitful brook, waters that cannot be trusted.