6 I am worn out from my groaning.
All night long I flood my bed with weeping
and drench my couch with tears.
7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow;
they fail because of all my foes.
My eyes are red from tears
sleep does not come and the night drags on.
How long will I cry out for help?
My words fail and my prayers go unheard,
I am weak with sorrow
my mind buzzes with confusion.
I know not if I am the enemy.
How long will you stay silent?