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

For you write bitter things against me, and make me possess the iniquities of my youth.

He shall not see the rivers, the brooks flowing with honey and butter.

Even today is my complaint bitter: my hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

As God lives, who has taken away my right; and the Almighty, who has made bitter my soul;

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