And it is yet my comfort; yea, I would rejoice in pain, though He did not spare me; for I have not hidden the words of the Holy One.

The wicked man labors in pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden for the ruthless one.

Trouble and pain shall terrify him; they shall overpower him, as a king ready for the battle;

Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and though I forbear, in what way am I eased?

He is also chastened with pain on his bed, and enduring strife in his bones;