He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.

He has blocked every road I take with a wall of hewn stones; he has made every path impassable.

He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrow.

He has given me my fill of bitter herbs and made me drunk with bitterness.

So I said, “My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the Lord.”

It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young.

Let him offer his cheek to the one who hits him; let him have his fill of insults.

to defraud a person in a lawsuit – the Lord does not approve of such things!

“We have blatantly rebelled; you have not forgiven.”

You make us like filthy scum in the estimation of the nations.

What my eyes see grieves me – all the suffering of the daughters in my city.

The waters closed over my head; I thought I was about to die.

You came near on the day I called to you; you said, “Do not fear!”

You have seen all their vengeance, all their plots against me.

Watch them from morning to evening; I am the object of their mocking songs.

He repeatedly attacks me, he turns his hand against me all day long.

But this I call to mind; therefore I have hope:

“My portion is the Lord,” I have said to myself, so I will put my hope in him.

For he is not predisposed to afflict or to grieve people.

Why should any living person complain when punished for his sins?