So I have been allotted months of futility, And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, And the night be ended?' For I have had my fill of tossing till 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 sufferings; I know that You will not hold me innocent.

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

You hold my eyelids [open;] I am so troubled that I cannot speak.