When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise and the night be ended?’ And I am full of restlessness until the dawn.
In the morning you will say, “If only it were evening!” And at evening you will say, “If only it were morning!” because of the fear of your heart and because of the sights your eyes will see.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
O afflicted one, tossed with tempest and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with fair colors and lay your foundations with sapphires.
My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning; indeed, more than those who watch for the morning.
I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
My bones are pierced in me at night, and my sinews have no rest.