My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.
My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.
And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has run afresh.
As a shadow when it is stretched out, I am gone; I am shaken off like the locust.
My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all my enemies.
Depart from me, all workers of iniquity; for Jehovah has heard the voice of my weeping.
For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends as a shadow? For who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
Our heart is faint for this; our eyes are dim for these things.