³ Day and night I have only tears for food,
    while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,
    “Where is this God of yours?”

¹⁰ Why should pagan nations be allowed to scoff,
    asking, “Where is their God?”
Show us your vengeance against the nations,
    for they have spilled the blood of your servants.

¹⁷ Let the priests, who minister in the Lord’s presence,
    stand and weep between the entry room to the Temple and the altar.
Let them pray, “Spare your people, Lord!
    Don’t let your special possession become an object of mockery.
Don’t let them become a joke for unbelieving foreigners who say,
    ‘Has the God of Israel left them?’”

⁵ You have fed us with sorrow
    and made us drink tears by the bucketful.

¹⁰ Their taunts break my bones.
    They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”

⁹ I eat ashes for food.
    My tears run down into my drink

¹⁰ Then my enemies will see that the Lord is on my side.
    They will be ashamed that they taunted me, saying,
“So where is the Lord—
    that God of yours?”
With my own eyes I will see their downfall;
    they will be trampled like mud in the streets.

¹² O Lord, pay back our neighbors seven times
    for the scorn they have hurled at you.

⁸ “Is this the one who relies on the Lord?
    Then let the Lord save him!
If the Lord loves him so much,
    let the Lord rescue him!”