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But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
My soul doth loathe my life, - I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:
The, chastening of Yahweh, my son, do not reject, nor loathe his rebuke;
My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, - He kept wakening - morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
Moreover also, I, have made thee sick with smiting thee, - laying thee waste because of thy sins.