When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near.
Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
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.
“Afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted, I will rebuild you with stones of turquoise, your foundations with lapis lazuli.
In the morning you will say, “If only it were evening!” and in the evening, “If only it were morning!”—because of the terror that will fill your hearts and the sights that your eyes will see.