I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

That same night the king could not get to sleep, so he had the official records of the empire brought and read to him.

I lie down and try to rest; I look for relief from my pain.

until I would rather be strangled than live in this miserable body.

Then they sat there on the ground with him for seven days and nights without saying a word, because they saw how much he was suffering.

they would weigh more than the sands of the sea, so my wild words should not surprise you.