"WhenI liedownI say,'Whenshall I arise?'But the nightcontinues,And I am continuallytossinguntildawn.
"They makenightinto day,[saying], 'The lightis near,'in the presenceof darkness.
"At nightit piercesmy boneswithinme, And my gnawing[pains] takenorest.
I am passinglike a shadowwhen it lengthens;I am shakenofflike the locust.
My soul[waits] for the LordMorethanthe watchmenfor the morning;[Indeed, more than] the watchmenfor the morning.
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.
"O afflictedone,storm-tossed,[and] not comforted,Behold,I will setyour stonesin antimony,And your foundationsI will layin sapphires.
"In the morningyou shall say,'Wouldthat it were evening!'And at eveningyou shall say,'Wouldthat it were morning!'becauseof the dreadof your heartwhichyou dread,and for the sightof your eyeswhichyou will see.
