My face became red from weeping, and upon my eye-lashes the shadow of death
My friends mocking me: to God mine eye wept.
And mine eye shall be weak from vexation, and my thoughts as a shadow all of them.
For the morning altogether to them the shadow of death: if it shall be known, the terrors of the shadow of death.
For I ate ashes as bread, and I mingled my drink with weeping.
The pains of death surrounded me, and the distresses of hades found me: shall find straits and affliction.
Pity me, O Jehovah, for straits are to me: mine eye fell away; with trouble my soul and my belly.
If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.
I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
As many were astonished at thee, his appearance being so spoiled from man, and his form from the sons of men.
For these I weep; mine eye, mine eye will go down with water, for he comforting turning back my soul, removed far off from me: my sons were desolations, for the enemy prevailed.
And he says to them, My soul is sorely grieved, even to death: remain here, and watch.