¹⁸ He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

¹⁹ How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

¹⁵ He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.

¹¹ All chastening seemeth for the present to be not joyous but grievous; yet afterward it yieldeth peaceable fruit unto them that have been exercised thereby, `even the fruit' of righteousness.

¹⁸ And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.

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

³ Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.

¹⁵ I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

¹⁶ Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷ They came round about me like water all the day long; They compassed me about together.

¹⁸ Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, And mine acquaintance into darkness. Psalm 89 Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite.

⁷ Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah

¹³ Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more. Psalm 40 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

² As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:

²⁰ Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;