When I lie down I say, “When shall I arise?” then the night drags on; I am filled with restlessness until the dawn.
They would change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
At night he pierces my bones, my sinews have no rest.
Like a lengthening shadow I am gone, I am shaken off like the locust.
My soul looks for the Lord more than sentinels for daybreak. More than sentinels for daybreak,
For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?
When I think of God, I groan; as I meditate, my spirit grows faint. Selah
O afflicted one, storm-battered and unconsoled, I lay your pavements in carnelians, your foundations in sapphires;
In the morning you will say, “Would that it were evening!” and in the evening you will say, “Would that it were morning!” because of the dread that your heart must feel and the sight that your eyes must see.