"IfI say,My bedwill comfortme, My couchwill easemy complaint,'
"I am not at ease,noram I quiet,And I am not at rest,but turmoilcomes."
Then You frightenme with dreamsAnd terrifyme by visions;
I am wearywith my sighing;EverynightI make my bedswim,I dissolvemy couchwith my tears.
You have heldmy eyelids[open]; I am so troubledthat I cannotspeak.
