My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Then He said to them, “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here and watch.”
“For these things I weep; My eye, my eye overflows with water; Because the comforter, who should restore my life, Is far from me. My children are desolate Because the enemy prevailed.”
Just as many were astonished at you, So His visage was 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 with my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
When I kept silent, my bones grew old Through my groaning all the day long.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body!
My eye has also grown dim because of sorrow, And all my members are like shadows.
The pains of death surrounded me, And the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow.
My friends scorn me; My eyes pour out tears to God.
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.