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 red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

I will not give sleep to mine eyes, Or slumber to mine eyelids;

Let thine eyes look right on, And let thine eyelids look straight before thee.

Give not sleep to thine eyes, Nor slumber to thine eyelids;

Lust not after her beauty in thy heart; Neither let her take thee with her eyelids.

There is a generation, oh 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.