A man and his god

"In the overwhelming bitterness of my path I never see a good dream -- but unfavourable (?) visions daily never stop for me. Anguish embraced me though I am not its wife and xx. Grief spread its lap for me though I am not its small child. Lamentation sweeps over me as if it were a southerly wind-storm and xx. My brother cried "Alas". "[10 lines fragmentary] [5 lines missing]