⁴ Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

¹ On that night hath the sleep of the king fled away, and he saith to bring in the book of memorials of the Chronicles, and they are read before the king,

¹³ And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

³ For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

¹³ When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

¹⁴ And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

¹⁵ And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

⁶ I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.