Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, yea thou hast given them plenteousness of tears to drink.

I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears.

lest he devour my soul like a lion, and tear it in pieces, while there is none to help.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and with thine ears consider my calling; hold not thy peace at my tears. For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they daily say unto me, "Where is now thy God?"

Thou tellest my flittings, thou puttest my tears in thy bottle, and numberest them. Are not these things noted in thy book?