My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know 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 compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
As many were astonished at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
and saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.