²⁴ For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

⁹ Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

⁵ Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

³ My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

⁴ These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁸ I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

⁸ Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.

¹¹ 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.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

¹ To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

¹⁹ How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

⁷ My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.