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

By his sneezings a light flashes, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

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

Give not sleep to your eyes, nor slumber to your 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 water.