When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh.
Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.