If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
Night for day they appoint, Light is near because of darkness.
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
My soul is for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,
in the morning thou sayest, O that it were evening! and in the evening thou sayest, O that it were morning! from the fear of thy heart, with which thou art afraid, and from the sight of thine eyes which thou seest.