And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto the LORD, and wept sore.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; 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 if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
Thou art more glorious and excellent than 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 in the bitterness of my soul.