My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
And He said to them, “My being is exceedingly grieved, even to death. Stay here and watch.”
“This is why I weep. My eye, my eye is running down with water, Because the comforter, Who could bring back my life, Has been far from me. My children are stunned, For the enemy has prevailed.”
As many were astonished at You – so the disfigurement beyond any man’s and His form beyond the sons of men –
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with tears,
I am worn out from my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes grow dim As I wait for my Elohim.
When I kept silent, my bones became old Through my groaning all the day.
Show me favour, O יהוה, for I am in distress; My eye, my being and my body have become old with grief!
And from sorrow my eye has grown dim, and all my members are like shadows.
The cords of death were around me, And the pains of the grave came upon me; I found distress and sorrow.
My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.
For all of them morning is the same as the shadow of death, when he discerns the extreme fears of the shadow of death.