Before I could get my breath, my miseries would multiply.
I have only a few days left. Why don't you leave me alone? Let me find some relief,
Why do you accuse me of horrible crimes and make me pay for sins I did in my youth?
I am desperate because God All-Powerful refuses to do what is right. As surely as God lives,
Why does God let me live when life is miserable and so bitter?
Won't you look away just long enough for me to swallow?
Stop being angry with me and let me smile again before I am dead and gone."
your anger rolls over me like ocean waves.
They were stubborn and worshiped Baal, just as their ancestors did.
God has turned my life sour.
I am the only one he punishes over and over again, without ever stopping.
It is never fun to be corrected. In fact, at the time it is always painful. But if we learn to obey by being corrected, we will do right and live at peace.
Then she told them, "Don't call me Naomi any longer! Call me Mara, because God has made my life bitter.