As water evaporates from the sea and a river drains away and dries up,
so a person lies down and does not rise; until the heavens are no more, people will not awake, or be roused from their sleep.
The waters from the sea will dry up, and the river will be drained dry.
Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You be to me like a mirage of water that is undependable?