You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
They sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.
For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.
On that night the king could not sleep, and he gave orders to bring the book of records, the annals, and they were read to the king.