⁷ I lie awake,
    lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.

⁴ You don’t let me sleep.
    I am too distressed even to pray!

¹¹ My loved ones and friends stay away, fearing my disease.
    Even my own family stands at a distance.

²⁸ Let them sit alone in silence
    beneath the Lord’s demands.
²⁹ Let them lie face down in the dust,
    for there may be hope at last.
³⁰ Let them turn the other cheek to those who strike them
    and accept the insults of their enemies.

⁶ I long for the Lord
    more than sentries long for the dawn,
    yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.

² Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer.
    Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.

¹³ I think, ‘My bed will comfort me,
    and sleep will ease my misery,’
¹⁴ but then you shatter me with dreams
    and terrify me with visions.
¹⁵ I would rather be strangled—
    rather die than suffer like this.
¹⁶ I hate my life and don’t want to go on living.
    Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.