I lie awake. I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
I have become a brother to wild dogs and a friend to ostriches.
I wait for the Lord to help me more than night watchmen wait for the dawn, more than night watchmen wait for the dawn.
My God, I call to you during the day, but you do not answer. I call at night; I am not silent.
Because of my wounds, my friends and neighbors avoid me, and my relatives stay far away.
You keep my eyes from closing. I am too upset to say anything.
