²⁷ If I decided to forget my complaints,
    to put away my sad face and be cheerful,

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

² When I was in deep trouble,
    I searched for the Lord.
All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven,
    but my soul was not comforted.
³ I think of God, and I moan,
    overwhelmed with longing for his help. Interlude

¹¹ “I cannot keep from speaking.
    I must express my anguish.
    My bitter soul must complain.