Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company.
so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
Therefore I have begun to strike you down, making you desolate because of your sins.
The Lord God has given me a trained tongue, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word. Morning by morning he wakens, wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught.
“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
“He has put my family far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
In truth I have no help in me, and any resource is driven from me.