When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
I am not at peace; I have no quiet, I cannot rest, and turmoil has come.”
then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.