Day and night I cry, and tears are my only food; all the time my enemies ask me, "Where is your God?"

Thoughtless words can wound as deeply as any sword, but wisely spoken words can heal.

and so reveal their secret thoughts. And sorrow, like a sharp sword, will break your own heart."

Day and night I cry, and tears are my only food; all the time my enemies ask me, "Where is your God?"

The priests, serving the LORD between the altar and the entrance of the Temple, must weep and pray: "Have pity on your people, LORD. Do not let other nations despise us and mock us by saying, 'Where is your God?' "

Then our enemies will see this and be disgraced---the same enemies who taunted us by asking, "Where is the LORD your God?" We will see them defeated, trampled down like mud in the streets.