I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah
That night sleep deserted the king, so he ordered the book of the chronicles, the record of his reign, be brought in and read before the king.
Then they sat with him on the ground for seven days and seven nights. No one spoke a word to him because they saw that his pain was very great.
For it outweighs the sands of the sea; that is why my words have been rash.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?