He will not suffer me to take my breath,\par\tab But filleth me with bitterness.
How long wilt thou not look away from me,\par\tab Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
All chastening seemeth for the present to be not joyous but grievous; yet afterward it yieldeth peaceable fruit unto them that have been exercised thereby, {\i even the fruit} of righteousness.
Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,\par\tab And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. {\i Selah
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,\par\tab Before I go hence, and be no more.\par
As God liveth, who hath taken away my right,\par\tab And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,\par\tab And life unto the bitter in soul;
Are not my days few? cease then,\par\tab And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
For thou writest bitter things against me,\par\tab And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara; for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.
but have walked after the stubbornness of their own heart, and after the Baalim, which their fathers taught them;