When I say, ‘My bed does comfort me, my couch does ease my complaint,’
I have not been at ease, nor have I been undisturbed, nor been at rest, yet trouble comes!”
then You frighten me with dreams and make me afraid with visions,
I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
You ceased the watches of my eyes, I was too troubled to speak.