Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it behold the eyelids of the morning.

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

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

LORD is in his holy temple. LORD's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

Thou have held my eyelids watching. I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

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

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

Do not give sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

Do not lust after her beauty in thy heart, nor let her take thee with her 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.