But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My friends scorn me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary be at rest
Is it not that I have no help in me, And that effectual working is driven quite from me?
I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity
So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
The Lord GODhath given me the tongue of them that are taught, that I should know how to sustain with words him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as they that are taught.
Therefore I also have smitten thee with a grievous wound; I have made thee desolate because of thy sins.