For the lips of a harlot are a dropping honeycomb, and her throat is softer than oil. But at the last she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two edged sword.

Thou knowest my reproof, and my shame and my dishonor: mine adversaries are all in thy sight. Thy rebuke breaketh my heart, and maketh me heavy. I look for some to have pity upon me, but there is no man; and for some to comfort me, but I find none. They gave me gall to eat, and when I was thirsty they gave me vinegar to drink.

{He} The arrows of his quiver hath he shot, even into my reins. I am laughed to scorn of all my people; they make songs upon me all the day long. He hath filled me with bitterness, and given me wormwood to drink.

And when they came unto the place, which is called Golgotha, that is to say, a place of dead men's skulls, they gave him vinegar to drink, mingled with gall. And when he had tasted thereof, he would not drink.

I was some time in wealth, but suddenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rent me, and set me, as it were a mark for him to shoot at. His archers compass me round about; he hath wounded my loins, and not spared. My bowels hath he poured upon the ground.