I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.
Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls.
I long for the Lord more than sentries long for the dawn, yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.
Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.
My loved ones and friends stay away, fearing my disease. Even my own family stands at a distance.
You don’t let me sleep. I am too distressed even to pray!
