When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.