Then the king returned to his palace, where he spent the night fasting; he had no supper brought to him and could not sleep a wink.
In the second year of his reign, Nebuchadnezzar had an ominous dream. It left him so disturbed that he could not sleep.
I can’t get a wink of sleep until you come and comfort me. Now I’m too burdened to even pray!
The music of harps, minstrels, flutes, and trumpets will never grace your city again. No artisan of any trade will ever be found in you again, and the noise of factories falls silent.
Our music and mirth were no longer heard, only sadness. We hung up our harps on the willow trees.
At the first sign of dawn, the king rose from his bed and hurried off to the lions’ den.
During the entire three weeks, I ate no delicacies —no meat and no sweets. I drank no wine, nor did I groom myself.
They buried me alive in a pit and covered it with stones.