There I was—the heat consumed me by day and the frost by night, and sleep fled from my eyes.
Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.
You have kept me from closing my eyes;
I am troubled and cannot speak.
For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.
That night sleep escaped the king, so he ordered the book recording daily events to be brought and read to the king.
Their land was overrun with frogs,
even in their royal chambers.
In the second year of his reign, Nebuchadnezzar had dreams that troubled him, and sleep deserted him.
I am awake through each watch of the night
to meditate on Your promise.
Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. No diversions were brought to him, and he could not sleep.
Like a slave he longs for shade;
like a hired man he waits for his pay. So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.