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 smite you, making you desolate because of your sins.
The Lord God has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him that is weary. Morning by morning he wakens, he wakens my ear to hear 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 for ever. 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 brethren 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.