My face is inflamed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears unto God.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
For the morning is the same to them as the shadow of death; if someone recognizes them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle my drink with tears,
The cords of death encompassed me, and the pangs of Sheol took hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, yes, my soul and my body.
When I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes grow dim while I wait for my God.
Just as many were astonished at you, his visage was so marred, more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men;
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for the comforter, who should relieve my soul, is far from me. My children are desolate for the enemy has prevailed.
And He said to them, “My soul is deeply sorrowful unto death. Remain here and keep watch.”