And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:

Blessed {is} the man whom thou chastenest, O LORD, and teachest him out of thy law;

You only have I known of all the families of the earth: therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities. {punish: Heb. visit upon}

Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:

Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war {are} against me. {witnesses: that is, plagues}

{Is it} good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? {work: Heb. labour}

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, {which} refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, {and as} waters {that} fail? {fail: Heb. be not sure?}

Many {are} the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.

And {that} thou shouldest visit him every morning, {and} try him every moment?

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me. {Naomi: that is, Pleasant} {Mara: that is, Bitter}

I {am} afflicted and ready to die from {my} youth up: {while} I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day {even} to night wilt thou make an end of me. {with...: or, from the thrum}

For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

And he was with them hid in the house of God six years: and Athaliah reigned over the land.

And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, {yea}, my soul and my belly.