When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.*
then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.