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

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

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

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

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

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

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.

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