¹³ When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

⁶ I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

³ So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

⁴ If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

²⁷ Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

²⁸ I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

⁴ Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.