My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. {weary...: or, cut off while I live}

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! {laid: Heb. lifted up}

And that he would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, that {they are} double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacteth of thee {less} than thine iniquity {deserveth}.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted. {sore: Heb. hand}

Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. {Remembering: or, Remember}

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. {all...: or, every night}

Because it shut not up the doors of my {mother's} womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! {laid: Heb. lifted up}

While he {was} yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters {were} eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house:

For he addeth rebellion unto his sin, he clappeth {his hands} among us, and multiplieth his words against God.

Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. {my words...: that is, I want words to express my grief}