I am weary from my groaning; all night I make my bed swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

That night sleep fled from the king. So it was commanded to bring the book of the records of the chronicles; and they were recited before the king.

When I say, My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,

so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my body.

So 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 his pain was very great.

For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.