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

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

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

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

[To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.] My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? {why art thou so} far from helping me, {and from} the words of my roaring? {Aijeleth...: or, the hind of the morning} {helping...: Heb. my salvation}

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.

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

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

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

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat. {dainty...: Heb. meat of desire}

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

[To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.] My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? {why art thou so} far from helping me, {and from} the words of my roaring? {Aijeleth...: or, the hind of the morning} {helping...: Heb. my salvation}

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

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat. {dainty...: Heb. meat of desire}

I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.

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

Son of man, eat thy bread with quaking, and drink thy water with trembling and with carefulness;

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

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