When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,’
I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes.”
Then You scare me with dreams And terrify me with visions,