I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my pillow and drench my bed every night.

That night sleep escaped the king, so he ordered the book recording daily events to be brought and read to the king.

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

so that I prefer strangling, death rather than life in this body.

Then they sat on the ground with him seven days and nights, but no one spoke a word to him because they saw that his suffering was very intense.

For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash.