When I say, ‘My couch may give me comfort. My bed may help me bear my pain,’
I have no peace! I have no quiet! I have no rest! And trouble keeps coming!”
then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.
(You keep my eyelids open.) I am so upset that I cannot speak.