¹³ When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;

⁶ The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

³ So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

⁴ When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

²⁷ If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;

²⁸ I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.

⁴ You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.