You have kept my eyes from closing; I am too troubled to speak.
When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights, but no one spoke a word to him because they saw ho
For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.
That night sleep escaped the king; so he ordered the Book of Records, the Chronicles, to be brought in and read to him.