when I remember you on my bed, and think about you in the night watches.

我躺在床上的时候思念你，整夜地思想你。

我在床上记念你，我整夜默想你。

我在床铺上的时候，也记念你；在每个更次，我都思想你；

我躺在床上的時候思念你，整夜地思想你。

我在床上記念你，我整夜默想你。

我在床鋪上的時候，也記念你；在每個更次，我都思想你；

我在牀憶爾、中夜思爾兮、

余也、偃息在床、思念維殷、中宵企想、

我在床時記念主、在深更時思慕主、

心魂既飫足。頌聲發歌脣。

On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.

As I lie on my bed I remember you. I think of you all night long.

when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night;

I lie awake thinking of you, meditating on you through the night.

When I think of you as I lie on my bed, I meditate on you during the night watches

When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches,

When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches.

When I remember thee upon my bed, And meditate on thee in the night- watches.

When I think of You as I lie on my bed, I meditate on You during the night watches

When I remember thee upon my bed,[ and] meditate on thee in the[ night] watches.

whenever I remember you on my bed, and think about you during the nighttime hours.

Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

Let the saints rejoice in honor. Let them sing for joy on their beds.

I rise before dawn and cry for help. I put my hope in your words.My eyes stay open through the night watches, that I might meditate on your word.

I have remembered your name, Yahweh, in the night, and I obey your law.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:“ Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.