⁴ When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

⁶⁷ In the morning thou shalt say, Would it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would it were morning! for the fear of thy heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴ Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:

¹² They change the night into day: The light, `say they', is near unto the darkness.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

²³ I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

⁶ My soul `waiteth' for the Lord More than watchmen `wait' for the morning; `Yea, more than' watchmen for the morning.

¹¹ O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.