Water disappears from the sea, and a river dries up and is parched,
and man shall lie down and not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they awake not, nor are aroused from their sleep.
And waters shall fail from the sea, and the river wasted and dried up.
Why is my pain without end and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Are You to me like a failing stream, as waters not steadfast?