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

¹³ When I think my bed will comfort me
    and my couch will ease my complaint,^(A)
14 even then you frighten me with dreams
    and terrify^(B) me with visions,^(C)
15 so that I prefer strangling and death,^(D)
    rather than this body of mine.^(E)

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)

³ It would surely outweigh the sand^(A) of the seas—
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.^(B)