For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
You have fed them with the bread of tears and given them tears to drink in full measure.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.
I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;
We all growl like bears; we moan and moan like doves; we hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.
so that his life loathes bread, and his appetite the choicest food.
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.
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