When I was hungry, they gave me poison; when I was thirsty, they offered me vinegar.

It makes as much sense as eating ashes. His foolish ideas have so misled him that he is beyond help. He won't admit to himself that the idol he holds in his hand is not a god at all.

Bitter suffering is all he has given me for food and drink.

He rubbed my face in the ground and broke my teeth on rocks.

Don't tell our enemies in Gath about our defeat; don't let them see you weeping. People of Beth Leaphrah, show your despair by rolling in the dust!

They will crawl in the dust like snakes; they will come from their fortresses, trembling and afraid. They will turn in fear to the LORD our God.

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

You have given us sorrow to eat, a large cup of tears to drink.

Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never stop groaning.

My eyes flow with rivers of tears at the destruction of my people.

"My tears will pour out in a ceaseless stream