Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.

Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.

Lo, He hath smitten a rock, And waters flow, yea, streams overflow. 'Also -- bread is He able to give? Doth He prepare flesh for His people?'

Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,