When I say, My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,

then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions,

They set the night for day. The light is near, they say, in the face of darkness.

My bones are pierced in me at night, and my gnawing pains take no rest.

In the morning you shall say, Oh, that it were evening! And at evening you shall say, Oh, that it were morning! because of the fear which terrifies your heart, and because of the sight which your eyes see.

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.

My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning; yea, more than those who watch for the morning.

I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.

O you afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems, and lay your foundations with sapphires.