Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in full measure.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.
For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink,
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
O God, why dost thou cast us off for ever? Why does thy anger smoke against the sheep of thy pasture?
How long, O Lord? Wilt thou be angry for ever? Will thy jealous wrath burn like fire?
And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself any more, but your eyes shall see your Teacher.
“Thou hast wrapped thyself with anger and pursued us, slaying without pity;
thou hast wrapped thyself with a cloud so that no prayer can pass through.