He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
How long wilt thou not depart from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
He hath filled me with bitterness, He hath made me drunken with wormwood.
Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand Against me all the day.
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
Are not my days few? Cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to possess 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 imagination of their own heart, and after Baalim, which their fathers taught them: