When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me.
Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.