When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.
Thou have held my eyelids watching. I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, neither have I rest, but trouble comes.
Then thou scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions,