When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

in the morning thou sayest, O that it were evening! and in the evening thou sayest, O that it were morning! from the fear of thy heart, with which thou art afraid, and from the sight of thine eyes which thou seest.

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.

My soul [is] for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!

As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.

O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,