Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.