My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto G-d;
That He would set aright a man contending with G-d, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.