My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.
For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
I have labored in my groaning. Every night, with my tears, I will wash my bed and drench my blanket.
My eye has been troubled by rage. I have grown old among all my enemies.
Because of this, our heart became gloomy; for this reason, our eyes have been darkened: