My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
And he says to them, My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death. Remain ye here, and watch.
For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My sons are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
Just as many were astonished at thee (his visage was so marred, more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men),
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dried. My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eye wastes away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
The cords of death encompassed me, and the pains of Sheol got hold upon me. I found trouble and sorrow.
My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God
For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness. For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.