He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:
*As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.
*Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.*
Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
but have walked after the stubbornness of their own heart, and after the Ba`alim, which their fathers taught them;
He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
All chastening seems for the present to be not joyous but grievous; yet afterward it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been exercised thereby.
She said to them, *Don't call me Na`omi 1, call me Mara; for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.