You have fed them with the bread of tears and given them tears to drink in full measure.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are like food that is loathsome to me.
Indeed, I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
O God, why do you cast us off forever? Why does your anger smoke against the sheep of your pasture?
How long, O Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous wrath burn like fire?
Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself any longer, but your eyes shall see your Teacher.
You have wrapped yourself with anger and pursued us, killing without pity;
you have wrapped yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can pass through.