But the Lord took note and despised them because his sons and daughters enraged him.

My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.

A foolish child is a grief to his father, and bitterness to the mother who bore him.

For wrath kills the foolish person, and anger slays the silly one.

“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.

Restore us, O God our deliverer! Do not be displeased with us!

A fool’s annoyance is known at once, but the prudent overlooks an insult.

It is better to live in a desert land than with a quarrelsome and easily-provoked woman.

A stone is heavy and sand is weighty, but vexation by a fool is more burdensome than the two of them.

Sorrow is better than laughter, because sober reflection is good for the heart.

Her rival wife used to upset her and make her worry, for the Lord had not enabled her to have children.

You bring new witnesses against me, and increase your anger against me; relief troops come against me.

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

For with great wisdom comes great frustration; whoever increases his knowledge merely increases his heartache.

Surely, he ate in darkness every day of his life, and he suffered greatly with sickness and anger.

Do not let yourself be quickly provoked, for anger resides in the lap of fools.

Banish emotional stress from your mind. and put away pain from your body; for youth and the prime of life are fleeting.

But I fear the reaction of their enemies, for their adversaries would misunderstand and say, “Our power is great, and the Lord has not done all this!”’

Don’t consider your servant a wicked woman, for until now I have spoken from my deep pain and anguish.”