²⁰ Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

¹⁵ And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

¹⁶ I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.

¹⁸ Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

¹⁰ And she is bitter in soul, and prayeth unto Jehovah, and weepeth greatly,

⁶ Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,

²⁷ And she cometh in unto the man of God, unto the hill, and layeth hold on his feet, and Gehazi cometh nigh to thrust her away, and the man of God saith, `Let her alone, for her soul `is' bitter to her, and Jehovah hath hidden `it' from me, and hath not declared `it' to me.'

¹⁶ (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)

⁹ That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

²⁸ He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

³⁰ To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.