Month after month I have nothing to live for; night after night brings me grief.

When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag; I toss all night and long for dawn.

I lie down and try to rest; I look for relief from my pain.

But you---you terrify me with dreams; you send me visions and nightmares

At dawn the murderer gets up and goes out to kill the poor, and at night he steals.

At night thieves break into houses, but by day they hide and avoid the light.

Your hearts will pound with fear at everything you see. Every morning you will wish for evening; every evening you will wish for morning.