You have given them tears as food; you have made them drink tears by the measure.
I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.
For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
I cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”
Why, O God, have you permanently rejected us? Why does your anger burn against the sheep of your pasture?
How long will this go on, O Lord? Will you stay angry forever? How long will your rage burn like fire?
The sovereign master will give you distress to eat and suffering to drink; but your teachers will no longer be hidden; your eyes will see them.
You shrouded yourself with anger and then pursued us; you killed without mercy.
You shrouded yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can get through.