² Like a slave who sighs for the evening shade
    and like a laborer who is bent upon his wages,
³ so have I been forced to endure months of futility,
    and nights of grief have been inflicted on me.
⁴ “When I lie in bed, I wonder,
    ‘When will the daylight come so that I may rise?’
But the night drags on,
    and I toss restlessly until the dawn.