⁴ You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

¹ On that night the king couldn't 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 on the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spoke a word to 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 you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:

¹⁵ So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.