I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.
My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away.
You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.