so I have been allotted months of futility, and restless nights have been appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise from the long night? For I have had my fill of tossing until the twilight of the dawn.

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face and wear a smile,

I am afraid of all my pain; I know that You will not hold me innocent.

I am weary from my groaning; all night I make my bed swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

You have held my eyelids open; I am so disturbed that I cannot speak.