You have fed your people with tears; you have made them drink many tears.
The Lord has given you sorrow and hurt like the bread and water you ate every day. He is your teacher; he will not continue to hide from you, but you will see your teacher with your own eyes.
Day and night, my tears have been my food. People are always saying, “Where is your God?”
I eat ashes for food, and my tears fall into my drinks.
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me sick.
God, why have you rejected us for so long? Why are you angry with us, the sheep of your pasture?
Lord, how long will this last? Will you be angry forever? How long will your jealousy burn like a fire?
“You wrapped yourself in anger and chased us; you killed us without mercy.
You wrapped yourself in a cloud, and no prayer could get through.