When I lie down, I say,\par\tab When shall I arise, and the night be gone?\par\tab And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
In the morning thou shalt say, Would it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would it were morning! for the fear of thy heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Thou holdest mine eyes watching:\par\tab I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
They change the night into day:\par\tab The light, {\i say they}, is near unto the darkness.
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
My soul {\i waiteth} for the Lord\par\tab More than watchmen {\i wait} for the morning;\par\tab {\i Yea, more than} watchmen for the morning.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth:\par\tab I am tossed up and down as the locust.
I am weary with my groaning;\par\tab Every night make I my bed to swim;\par\tab I water my couch with my tears.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me,\par\tab And the {\i pains} that gnaw me take no rest.