You kept me from going to sleep. I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.
That night the king couldn’t sleep. So he ordered the official records of his rule to be brought in. He ordered someone to read them to him.
Then they sat down on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him. That’s because they saw how much he was suffering.
I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore. No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!
My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.