My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of She'ol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
Like as many were astonished at you (his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men),
For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
He said to them, *My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch.*