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

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

I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,

Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

There is a generation, O how lofty are their eyes! and their eyelids are lifted up.

And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.