They are filled from the fatness of Thy house, And the stream of Thy delights Thou dost cause them to drink.

Do I eat the flesh of bulls, And drink the blood of he-goats?

Thou hast shewn Thy people a hard thing, Thou hast caused us to drink wine of trembling.

Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.

And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

For a cup is in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

He cleaveth rocks in a wilderness, And giveth drink -- as the great deep.

And He turneth to blood their streams, And their floods they drink not.

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

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