weeping prophet

I have nothing profound to contribute today. This word sums my feelings pretty well:

You understand, O Lord; remember me and care for me. Avenge me on my persecutors.

You are long-suffering -- do not take me away; think of how I suffer reproach for your sake.

When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart's delight, for I bear your name, O Lord God Almighty.

I never sat in the company of revelers, never made merry with them;

I sat alone because your hand was on me and you had filled me with indignation.

Why is this pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable?

Will you be to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails?

Therefore this is what the Lord says:

"If you repent, I will restore you that you may serve me; if you utter worthy, not worthless words, you will be my spokesman. Let this people turn to you, but you must not turn to them. I will make you a wall to this people, a fortified wall of bronze; they will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you to rescue and save you," declares the Lord.

(Jeremiah 15:15-20, emphasis added)