And lifting up their eyes when they were still far off, it did not seem that the man they saw was Job because of the change in him. And they gave way to bitter weeping, with signs of grief, and put dust on their heads.

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

“Why is light given to him who suffers,
And life to the bitter of soul,

So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

He would not suffer me to recover my breath, for he would surfeit me with bitter things.

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.

Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.

His strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready at his side.

How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?

His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.

And this one dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.