¹⁸ He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

¹⁹ How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

¹⁵ He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.

¹¹ and all chastening for the present, indeed, doth not seem to be of joy, but of sorrow, yet afterward the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those exercised through it -- it doth yield.

¹⁸ And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

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

³ Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.

¹⁵ I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

¹⁶ Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

¹⁷ They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,

¹⁸ Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance `is' the place of darkness!

⁷ Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.

¹³ Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

² God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

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