When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? but the night is long; And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
in the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
They change the night into a day: The fight, say they, is near unto the darkness.
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
My soul looketh for the Lord, More than watchmen look for the morning; Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.