³ I, too, have been assigned months of futility,
    long and weary nights of misery.

⁶ I am worn out from sobbing.
    All night I flood my bed with weeping,
    drenching it with my tears.

⁵ You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
    My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
    at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude

² “I long for the years gone by
    when God took care of me,

⁷ “O God, you have ground me down
    and devastated my family.