¹⁷ Food gained by fraud tastes sweet,^(A)
    but one ends up with a mouth full of gravel.^(B)

¹⁷ He would crush me^(A) with a storm^(B)
    and multiply^(C) my wounds for no reason.^(D)

¹⁸ He would not let me catch my breath
    but would overwhelm me with misery.^(A)