Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.
Upon me, hath rested thine indignation, And, with all thy breakers, hast thou caused affliction. Selah.
Surely, against me, doth he again and again, turn his hand all the day.
Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul? -
He hath sated me with bitter things, hath drenched me with wormwood.
But, no discipline, for the present, indeed, seemeth to be of joy, but of sorrow: afterwards, however - to them who thereby have been trained, it yieldeth peaceful fruit, of righteousness.