I couldn't hold back the tears.

I pretend that I am still asleep so no one can see my tears.

To this day, I can hardly remember it without tears.

You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?

Thou tellest my wanderings put thou my tears into thy bottle are they not in thy book?

And yet, while I did a lot of laughing I also couldn't stop the tears.

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

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry hold not thy peace at my tears for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

I don t know exactly how many were there, but on that day I felt that rebellious Aleppo was leaning over me and kissing my forehead, wiping my tears one by one.