Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.
Thy fury lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
Surely against me hath he turned again and again his hand all the day.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in trouble, and life to those bitter of soul,
He hath sated me with bitterness, he hath made me drunk with wormwood.
But no chastening at the time seems to be matter of joy, but of grief; but afterwards yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those exercised by it.