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

Then you scare me with dreams, and terrify 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 you shall say, Would God it were evening! and at evening you shall say, Would God it were morning! because of the fear of your heart by which you shall fear, and because of the sight of your eyes which you shall see.

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

You hold my eyes from closing: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

My soul waits 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 declines: I am shaken off like the locust.

O you afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems, and lay your foundations with sapphires.