My face is foul from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears unto God.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one recognizes them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the pangs of sheol got hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
When I kept silence, my bones grew old through my groaning all the day long.
I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
As many were astonished at you; so his appearance 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 that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
And said unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful unto death: tarry you here, and watch.