He will not give me to draw in my spirit, for he will fill me with bitterness.
How long wilt thou not look away from me? wilt thou not desist from me even to my swallowing down my spittle?
He filled me with bitternesses, he gave me wormwood to drink
And truly every correction for the present seems not to be for joy, but grief: and later it returns the peaceful fruit of justice to them being exercised by it.
Surely he will turn back against me; he will turn his hand all the day.
Thy wrath lay upon me, and thou didst afflict with all thy breakers. Silence.
Look away from me, and I shall be cheerful, before I shall go and I not be.
God lives, he removed my judgment; and the Almighty embittered my soul;
Wherefore shall light be given to him toiling, and life to the bitter of soul?
Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,
For thou wilt write bitter things against me; and thou wilt give me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
And she will say to them, Ye shall not call to me Naomi; call to me, Mara: for the Almighty made bitter to me greatly.
And they went after the stubbornness of their heart, and after the Baalims which their fathers taught them.