My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long,“ Where is your God?”

我昼夜以眼泪当饮食；人不住地对我说：“你的神在哪里呢？”

我昼夜以眼泪当食物，人不住地对我说：“你的上帝在哪里呢？”

我昼夜以眼泪当食物，人不住地对我说：“你的神在哪里呢？”

我不吃不喝，昼夜以泪洗面，人们整天讥笑我：“你的上帝在哪里？”

人整天对我说：“你的神在哪里呢？”我就昼夜以眼泪当饭吃。

我昼夜以眼泪为食；人们终日对我说：“你的神在哪里呢？”

我晝夜以眼淚當飲食；人不住地對我說：你的神在哪裏呢？

我晝夜以眼淚當食物，人不住地對我說：「你的上帝在哪裏呢？」

我晝夜以眼淚當食物，人不住地對我說：「你的神在哪裏呢？」

我不吃不喝，晝夜以淚洗面，人們整天譏笑我：「你的上帝在哪裡？」

人整天對我說：“你的神在哪裡呢？”我就晝夜以眼淚當飯吃。

人終日不斷地譏笑我說：『你的上帝在哪裏？』我便晝夜不住地流眼淚當飯喫。

我晝夜以眼淚為食；人們終日對我說：「你的神在哪裡呢？」

我晝夜飲泣、人恆詰我曰、爾上帝安在兮、

人恆詰我、上帝何在、予也忘食、盡日飲涕兮、

我晝夜以淚為飲食、因人對我曰、爾之天主安在、

渴望永生之源兮。何日得重覩天顏。

My tears have been my food day and night. All day long people say to me,“ Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long,“ Where is your God?”

Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,“ Where is this God of yours?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me,“ Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day long,“ Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say to me,“ Where is your God?”

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

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me,“ Where is your God?”

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where[ is] thy God?

I cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me,“ Where is your God?”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me,“ Where is your God?”

Why should the nations say,“ Where is their God?” Before our eyes, make known among the nations that you avenge the outpoured blood of your servants.

You have fed them with the bread of tears; you have made them drink tears by the bowlful.

Why do the nations say,“ Where is their God?”

For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears

My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long,“ Where is your God?”

Pay back into the laps of our neighbors seven times the contempt they have hurled at you, Lord.

It may be that the Lord will look upon my misery and restore to me his covenant blessing instead of his curse today.”

Many are saying of me,“ God will not deliver him.”

“ He trusts in the Lord,” they say,“ let the Lord rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.”

Then my enemy will see it and will be covered with shame, she who said to me,“ Where is the Lord your God?” My eyes will see her downfall; even now she will be trampled underfoot like mire in the streets.

Let the priests, who minister before the Lord, weep between the portico and the altar. Let them say,“ Spare your people, Lord. Do not make your inheritance an object of scorn, a byword among the nations. Why should they say among the peoples,‘ Where is their God?’”