So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.