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 thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
They change the night into day: The light is short because of darkness.
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
My soul waiteth 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 declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: And my sinews take no rest.