Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light but there be none, and let it not see [the] eyelids of dawn

My face is foul from 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.

His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn.