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

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.
¹⁵ I would rather be strangled—
    rather die than suffer like this.

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

³ they would outweigh all the sands of the sea.
    That is why I spoke impulsively.