He would not let me catch my breath. He fills me with bitterness.
“ ‘Isn’t my life short enough? So stop ⌞this⌟, and leave me alone. Let me smile a little
You write down bitter accusations against me. You make me suffer for the sins of my youth.
“I swear an oath by God, the one who has taken away my rights, by the Almighty, who has made my life bitter:
“Why give light to one in misery and life to those who find it so bitter,
Why don’t you stop looking at me long enough to let me swallow my spit?
Look away from me so that I may smile again before I go away and am no more.
Your rage lies heavily on me. You make all your waves pound on me. Selah
They followed their own stubborn ways and other gods—the Baals, as their ancestors taught them.”
He has filled me with bitterness. He has made me drink wormwood.
He beat me again and again all day long.
We don’t enjoy being disciplined. It always seems to cause more pain than joy. But later on, those who learn from that discipline have peace that comes from doing what is right.
She answered them, “Don’t call me Naomi [Sweet]. Call me Mara [Bitter] because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.
