1
And it came to pass in the monthNisan, in the twentiethyear of Artaxerxes the king, that wine was before him: and I took up the wine, and gave it unto the king. Now I had not been beforetime sad in his presence.
2
Wherefore the kingsaid unto me, Why is thy countenancesad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was verysoreafraid,