My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell got hold on me: I found trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my belly.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
As many were astonished at you; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:
For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
And said to them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful to death: tarry you here, and watch.