I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears.

But the Lord removed sleep from the king that night; and he told his servant to bring in the books, the registers of daily events, to read to him.

I said that my bed should comfort me, and I would privately counsel with myself on my couch.

You will separate life from my spirit; and yet [keep] my bones from death.

and they sat down beside him seven days and seven nights, and not one of them spoke; for they saw that his affliction was dreadful, and very great.

And surely they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.