When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil.”
even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.