For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with tears
My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
You fed them with the bread of tears and made them drink the full measure of their tears.
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
Do not tell it in Gath; do not weep at all. Roll in the dust in Beth-leaphrah.
Streams of tears flow from my eyes over the destruction of the daughter of my people.
They poisoned my food with gall and gave me vinegar to quench my thirst.
He has filled me with bitterness; He has intoxicated me with wormwood.
They will lick the dust like a snake, like reptiles slithering on the ground. They will come trembling from their strong
He feeds on ashes. His deluded heart has led him astray, and he cannot deliver himself or say, “Is not this thing in my