For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
And now my soul is poured out on me; the days of affliction have taken hold on me.
So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty meat.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
You feed them with the bread of tears; and give them tears to drink in great measure.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
Also when I cry and shout, he shuts out my prayer.
And they gathered together to Mizpeh, and drew water, and poured it out before the LORD, and fasted on that day, and said there, We have sinned against the LORD. And Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpeh.