You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
That night the king was unable to get any sleep; and he sent for the books of the records; and while some one was reading them to the king,
And they took their seats on the earth by his side for seven days and seven nights: but no one said a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.
For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.