Job 3:24

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.