My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

Some wound as they speak, like swords, but the tongues of the wise heal.

(yes, a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed."

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

Between the porch and the altar let the priests that minister to the Lord weep, and say, Spare Your people, O Lord, and give not Your heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over them, lest they should say among the heathen, Where is their God?

And she that is my enemy shall see it, and shall clothe herself with shame, who says, Where is the Lord your God? My eyes shall look upon her: now shall she be for trampling as mire in the ways.