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

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

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

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

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

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.

6 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.

³ For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.