²⁴ For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

⁹ For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.

⁵ Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.

³ My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

⁴ When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

⁸ I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

⁸ Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.

¹¹ We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

¹ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

² O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

²⁰ So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

¹⁹ How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

⁷ The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.