¹⁵ What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.

²⁷ Hearing these words, Ahab, in great grief, put haircloth on his flesh and went without food, sleeping in haircloth, and going about quietly.

¹¹ So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

¹ My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

²⁷ Now is my soul troubled; and what am I to say? Father, keep me from this hour. No: for this purpose have I come to this hour.

⁹ I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.

¹⁰ No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

²⁵ And another comes to his end with a bitter soul, without ever tasting good.

¹⁰ And now, O our God, what are we to say after this? for we have not kept your laws,

²⁷ And when she came to where the man of God was on the hill, she put her hands round his feet; and Gehazi came near with the purpose of pushing her away; but the man of God said, Let her be, for her soul is bitter in her; and the Lord has kept it secret from me, and has not given me word of it.

¹⁰ And with grief in her soul, weeping bitterly, she made her prayer to the Lord.

⁸ O Lord, what am I to say now that Israel have given way before their attackers?