You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smoulder against the sheep of your pasture?
How long, LORD? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?
Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your teachers won’t be hidden any more, but your eyes will see your teachers;
“You have covered us with anger and pursued us. You have killed. You have not pitied.
You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.