² Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

³ For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

¹¹ Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

⁶ And that he would show thee the secrets of wisdom! For he is manifold in understanding. Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture was changed `as' with the drought of summer. Selah

² In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah

⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

⁵ I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.

⁶ I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart; And my spirit maketh diligent search.

⁷ Will the Lord cast off for ever? And will he be favorable no more?

⁸ Is his lovingkindness clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?

⁹ Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah

¹⁹ Remember mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.

²⁰ My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.