Psalm 77:4

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Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

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I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

And 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 memorable deeds, the chronicles, and they were read before the king.