² Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

¹ My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

³ For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

¹¹ Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

⁶ And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, `Some' of thine iniquity.

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

⁴ Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

⁵ I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.

⁶ I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:

⁷ To the ages doth the Lord cast off? Doth He add to be pleased no more?

⁸ Hath His kindness ceased for ever? The saying failed to all generations?

⁹ Hath God forgotten `His' favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.

¹⁹ Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

²⁰ Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.