My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
And he saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful even unto death: abide ye here, and watch.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
Like 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: Mine 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 Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness; For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.