My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
And he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death. Remain here and watch.”
“For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my spirit; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”
As many were astonished at you— his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the children of mankind—
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.
My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
For deep darkness is morning to all of them; for they are friends with the terrors of deep darkness.