I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
And he saith to them: My soul is sorrowful even unto death; stay you here, and watch.
Ain. Therefore do I weep and my eyes run down with water, because the comforter, the relief of my soul, is far from me: my children are desolate because the enemy hath prevailed.
As many have been astonished at thee, so shall his visage be inglorious among men and his form among the sons of men.
He will not always be angry: nor will he threaten for ever.
Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:
Sing to him a new canticle, sing well unto him with a loud noise.
Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee.
My eye is dim through indignation: and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
For, behold, my witness is in heaven: and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
If the morning suddenly appear, it is to them the shadow of death: and they walk in darkness as if it were in light.