My face is reddened from weeping; and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
My scorners are my friends; my eye pours out tears to God.
And my eye is dim from grief; and all my members are all of them like a shadow.
For alike are morning and deathshadow to them; for he knows the terrors of death-shade.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mingled my drink with weeping,
The cords of death encompassed me; and the straits of Sheol found me; I found distress and sorrow;
Be gracious to me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress; my eye has wasted away with grief, my soul and my belly.
When I kept silence, then my bones became old, through my howling all day.
I am weary from my crying, my throat is burnt; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Just as many were astonished over You, so much was the disfigurement from man, His appearance and His form from sons of mankind.
On account of these I weep; my eye, my eye brings down water, because one comforting who could be bringing back my soul is far from me. My sons are desolated because the enemy prevails.
And He said to them, My soul is deeply grieved, unto death. Remain here and stay awake.