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,

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

I am

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.

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

General references

The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.

If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.