When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
I have no ease, no quietness; I have no rest, but turmoil came.”
then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,
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