When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
They change the night into day, saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a arbeh.
My soul longs for the Lord more than watchmen long for the morning; more than watchmen for the morning.
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.
you afflicted, tossed with storms, and not comforted, behold, I will set your stones in beautiful colors, and lay your foundations with sapphires.
In the morning you shall say, Would it were even! and at even you shall say, Would it were morning! for the fear of your heart which you shall fear, and for the sight of your eyes which you shall see.