When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
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.