For my sighing comes before my food; and my groanings are poured out like the waters.
And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have seized me.
so that his life loathes bread, and his soul desirable food.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are sickening food to me.
How long will You not look away from me, and not leave me alone until I swallow my spittle?
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mingled my drink with weeping,
When I kept silence, then my bones became old, through my howling all day.
I am benumbed and crushed even to excess; I roar from the groanings of my heart.
You made them eat with the bread of tears; yea, You made them drink with tears a third time.
We all of us roar like bears, and moaning we moan like doves. We look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
Also, when I cry out and shout for help, He shuts out my prayer.
And they were gathered to Mizpeh, and drew water, and poured out before Jehovah. And they fasted on that day, and said there, We have sinned against Jehovah. And Samuel judged the sons of Israel in Mizpeh.