For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
Ver. 9. For I have eaten ashes like bread] Being cast on the ground as a mourner, I know not whether I eat bread or dust; this relisheth to me as well as that, my mouth is so out of taste.
And mingled my drink with weeping] I forbare not to weep, no, not while I drank; for tow is dry, and wine driveth away sorrow, we say; not so from me. Wine is called by Simonides in Athenaeus αμυντωρ δυσφροσυναων, an expeller of sadness.