I eat ashes for food, and my tears fall into my drinks.
Day and night, my tears have been my food. People are always saying, “Where is your God?”
You have fed your people with tears; you have made them drink many tears.
They will crawl in the dust like a snake, like insects crawling on the ground. They will come trembling from their holes to the Lord our God and will turn in fear before you.
Don’t tell it in Gath. Don’t cry in Acco. Roll in the dust at Beth Ophrah.
He doesn’t know what he is doing; his confused mind leads him the wrong way. He cannot save himself or say, “This statue I am holding is a false god.”
They put poison in my food and gave me vinegar to drink.
I make sad sounds as I eat; my groans pour out like water.
Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I should put my hope in God and keep praising him, my Savior and my God.
