For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.
We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.
Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
And they are gathered to Mizpeh, and draw water, and pour out before Jehovah, and fast on that day, and say there, `We have sinned against Jehovah;' and Samuel judgeth the sons of Israel in Mizpeh.