Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
“I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
“He has put my relatives far from me; my acquaintances only turn away from me.
There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
The sovereign Lord has given me the capacity to be his spokesman, so that I know how to help the weary. He wakes me up every morning; he makes me alert so I can listen attentively as disciples do.
I will strike you brutally and destroy you because of your sin.