You have fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in great measure.
And though the Lord gives you The bread of adversity and the water of affliction, Yet your teachers will not be moved into a corner anymore, But your eyes shall see your teachers.
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say to me, “Where is your God?”
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
O God, why have You cast us off forever? Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture?
How long, Lord? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
You have covered Yourself with anger And pursued us; You have slain and not pitied.
You have covered Yourself with a cloud, That prayer should not pass through.