Je was op zoek naar: sandfang kummer (Noors - Engels)

hvor lenge skal jeg huse sorgfulle tanker i min sjel, kummer i mitt hjerte den hele dag? hvor lenge skal min fiende ophøie sig over mig?
consider and hear me, o lord my god: lighten mine eyes, lest i sleep the sleep of death;

kummens tykkelse var en håndsbredd, og dens rand var som randen på et beger, lik en liljeblomst; den tok mange bat - tre tusen bat rummet den.
and the thickness of it was an handbreadth, and the brim of it like the work of the brim of a cup, with flowers of lilies; and it received and held three thousand baths.