¹³ I think, ‘My bed will comfort me,
    and sleep will ease my misery,’

⁶ I am worn out from sobbing.
    All night I flood my bed with weeping,
    drenching it with my tears.

⁴ You don’t let me sleep.
    I am too distressed even to pray!

²⁷ If I decided to forget my complaints,
    to put away my sad face and be cheerful,
²⁸ I would still dread all the pain,
    for I know you will not find me innocent, O God.

³ I, too, have been assigned months of futility,
    long and weary nights of misery.
⁴ Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’
    But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.