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

¹⁹ How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

¹⁵ He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.

¹¹ Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.

¹⁸ And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord:

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

³ Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me 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 goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷ They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.

¹⁸ Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.

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

¹³ O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

² As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;