You ceased the watches of my eyes, I was too troubled to speak.
On that night the sleep of the sovereign fled, and he commanded to bring the book of the records of the annals. And they were read before the sovereign.
Then they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that the pain was very great.
For it would outweigh the sand of the sea, therefore my words have been rash.
I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.