⁴ Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’
    But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.

¹³ I think, ‘My bed will comfort me,
    and sleep will ease my misery,’
¹⁴ but then you shatter me with dreams
    and terrify me with visions.

¹¹ “O storm-battered city,
    troubled and desolate!
I will rebuild you with precious jewels
    and make your foundations from lapis lazuli.

⁶ I long for the Lord
    more than sentries long for the dawn,
    yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.

²³ I am fading like a shadow at dusk;
    I am brushed off like a locust.

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

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

¹⁷ At night my bones are filled with pain,
    which gnaws at me relentlessly.

¹² These men say that night is day;
    they claim that the darkness is light.