my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
For all of them, the morning is to them like deep darkness; they are friends with the terrors of darkness.
For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
The ropes of death tightened around me, the snares of Sheol confronted me. I was confronted with trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.
When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.
I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
(just as many were horrified by the sight of you) he was so disfigured he no longer looked like a man;
I weep because of these things; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one in sight who can comfort me or encourage me. My children are desolated because an enemy has prevailed. פ (Pe)
He said to them, “My soul is deeply grieved, even to the point of death. Remain here and stay alert.”