He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.

“O that I could be as I was in the months now gone, in the days when God watched over me,

I am not angry. I wish I could confront some thorns and briers! Then I would march against them for battle; I would set them all on fire,

(9:1) I wish I had a lodging place in the desert where I could spend some time like a weary traveler. Then I would desert my people and walk away from them because they are all unfaithful to God, a congregation of people that has been disloyal to him.