For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
You have fed them with the bread of tears; you have made them drink tears by the bowlful.
They will lick dust like a snake, like creatures that crawl on the ground. They will come trembling out of their dens; they will turn in fear to the Lord our God and will be afraid of you.
Tell it not in Gath; weep not at all. In Beth Ophrah roll in the dust.
Such a person feeds on ashes; a deluded heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, “Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?”
They put gall in my food and gave me vinegar for my thirst.
For sighing has become my daily food; my groans pour out like water.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.