My face is red with tears, and dark shadows circle my eyes,
My friends have rejected me, but God is the one I beg
I am almost blind with grief; my body is a mere shadow.
They prefer night to day, since the terrors of the night are their friends.
Instead of food, I have ashes to eat and tears to drink,
Death attacked from all sides, and I was captured by its painful chains. But when I was really hurting,
Have pity, LORD! I am hurting and almost blind. My whole body aches.
Before I confessed my sins, my bones felt limp, and I groaned all day long.
I am worn out from crying, and my throat is dry. I have waited for you till my eyes are blurred.
Many were horrified at what happened to him. But everyone who saw him was even more horrified because he suffered until he no longer looked human.
Because of this, I mourn, and tears flood my eyes. No one is here to comfort or to encourage me; we have lost the war-- my people are suffering.
told them, "I am so sad that I feel as if I am dying. Stay here and keep awake with me."