Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

I will not give sleep to my eyes, or slumber to my eyelids;

Give no sleep to your eyes, nor slumber to your eyelids.

Don't lust after her beauty in your heart, neither let her captivate you with her eyelids.

There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! 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.