When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah
I have no ease, no quietness; I have no rest, but turmoil came.”
then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,