When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
In the morning you shall say, Would God it were evening! and at evening you shall say, Would God it were morning! because of the fear of your heart by which you shall fear, and because of the sight of your eyes which you shall see.
You hold my eyes from closing: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
O you afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems, and lay your foundations with sapphires.
My soul waits for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
I am gone like the shadow when it declines: I am shaken off like the locust.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.