You made them eat tears as food. You often made them drink ⌞their own⌟ tears.
I refuse to touch such things. They are disgusting to me.
I eat ashes like bread and my tears are mixed with my drink
My tears are my food day and night. People ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Why, O God, have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep in your care?
How long, O Lord? Will you remain angry forever? Will your fury continue to burn like fire?
The Lord may give you troubles and hardships. But your teacher will no longer be hidden from you. You will see your teacher with your own eyes.
You covered yourself with anger and pursued us. You killed without pity.
You covered yourself with a cloud so that no prayer could get through it.