Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

He shall not see the rivers, the floods, the brooks of honey and butter.

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil;