Thou tears of sorrow giv'st to them instead of bread to eat; Yea, tears instead of drink thou giv'st to them in measure great.
My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
For why? I ashes eaten have like bread, in sorrows deep; My drink I also mingled have with tears that I did weep.
O God, why hast thou cast us off? is it for evermore? Against thy pasture-sheep why doth thine anger smoke so sore?
How long, Lord, shall thine anger last? wilt thou still keep the same? And shall thy fervent jealousy burn like unto a flame?