¹³ When I think my bed will comfort me
    and my couch will ease my complaint,^(A)

⁶ I am worn out^(A) from my groaning.^(B)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping^(C)
    and drench my couch with tears.^(D)

⁴ You kept my eyes from closing;
    I was too troubled to speak.^(A)

²⁷ If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,^(A)
    I will change my expression, and smile,’
²⁸ I still dread^(B) all my sufferings,
    for I know you will not hold me innocent.^(C)

³ so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.^(A)
4 When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’^(B)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.^(C)