And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto Jehovah, and wept sore.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Glorious art thou (and) excellent, From the mountains of prey.
What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.