How long will You not look away from me, and let me alone until I swallow my spittle?

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink a third time.

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

i1 [To the Chief Musician. Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalm of David.] i0 par My Mighty God, My Mighty God, why have You forsaken Me, and are far from My deliverance, and from the words of My groaning?

O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer; and in the nighttime, and am not silent.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the groanings of my heart.

We all roar like bears, and mourn with moaning like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

Also when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.