⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

¹ On that night could not the king sleep; and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles, and they were read before the king.

¹³ So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

³ For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴ Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than `these' my bones.

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.