You have given them the bread of weeping for food; for their drink you have given them sorrow in great measure.
My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
Maschil. Of Asaph. Of God, why have you put us away from you for ever? why is the fire of your wrath smoking against the sheep who are your care?
How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
And though the Lord will give you the bread of trouble and the water of grief, you will no longer put your teacher on one side, but you will see your teacher:
Covering yourself with wrath you have gone after us, cutting us off without pity;
Covering yourself with a cloud, so that prayer may not get through.