My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
and saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.
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.
As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: Mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
The sorrows of death compassed me, And the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
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.