You feed them with the bread of tears; and give them tears to drink in great measure.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as loathsome food to me.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?
[A maschil of Asaph.] O God, why have you cast us off forever? why does your anger smoke against the sheep of your pasture?
How long, LORD? will you be angry forever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
And though the Lord gives you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction, yet shall your teachers not be moved into a corner any more, but your eyes shall see your teachers:
You have covered with anger, and persecuted us: you have slain, you have not pitied.
You have covered yourself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through.