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

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.

³ So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.

⁴ When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

²⁷ If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'

²⁸ I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

⁴ You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.