Because of your anger and fury, ashes are my food, and my tears are mixed with my drink. You picked me up and threw me away.
Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never stop groaning.
Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.
Day and night I cry, and tears are my only food; all the time my enemies ask me, “Where is your God?”
When I was hungry, they gave me poison; when I was thirsty, they offered me vinegar.
You have given us sorrow to eat, a large cup of tears to drink.
It makes as much sense as eating ashes. His foolish ideas have so misled him that he is beyond help. He won't admit to himself that the idol he holds in his hand is not a god at all.
Don't tell our enemies in Gath about our defeat; don't let them see you weeping. People of Beth Leaphrah, show your despair by rolling in the dust!
They will crawl in the dust like snakes; they will come from their fortresses, trembling and afraid. They will turn in fear to the Lord our God.