Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in large measure.

I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Lest they tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: The abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; They did tear me, and ceased not:

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

Now consider this, ye that forget God, Lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver:

Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?

For thou hast delivered my soul from death, Mine eyes from tears, And my feet from falling.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.