When I lie down, I say, When shall I rise? But the night is long, and I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.
In the morning you shall say, Oh that it were evening! And at evening you shall say, Oh that it were morning, for the fear of your heart with which you shall fear, and for the sight of your eyes which you shall see.
You keep my eyes awake; I am troubled and I cannot speak.
They set night for day; the light is near in the face of darkness.
Afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones among antimony, and lay your foundations with sapphires.
My soul waits for Jehovah more than morning-watchers who are watching for the morning.
As a shadow when it is stretched out, I am gone; I am shaken off like the locust.
I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears.
My bones are pierced in me in the night; and my gnawings never lie down.