You gave us tears for food, and you made us drink them by the bowlful.
That's how my food tastes, and my appetite is gone.
Instead of food, I have ashes to eat and tears to drink,
Day and night my tears are my only food, as everyone keeps asking, “Where is your God?”
Our God, why have you completely rejected us? Why are you so angry with the ones you care for?
Our LORD, will you keep on being angry? Will your angry feelings keep flaming up like fire?
The Lord has given you trouble and sorrow as your food and drink. But now you will again see the Lord, your teacher, and he will guide you.
Anger is written all over you, as you pursue and slaughter us without showing pity.
You are behind a wall of clouds that blocks out our prayers.