When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,'
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, but trouble comes."
then you scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.