All day long I have been afflicted, and every morning brings new punishments.
You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger toward me; your forces come against me wave upon wave.
Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?
The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all;
Blessed is the one you discipline, Lord, the one you teach from your law;
Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? You are to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails.
“You only have I chosen of all the families of the earth; therefore I will punish you for all your sins.”
And have you completely forgotten this word of encouragement that addresses you as a father addresses his son? It says, “My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you,
In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.