TSK · Job 3:24

My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.

So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

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

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.