I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
Who is he that saith, and it cometh to pass, when the Lord commandeth it not?
Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good?
We have transgressed and have rebelled: thou hast not pardoned.
Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied.
Thou hast made us as the offscouring and refuse in the midst of the people.
Fear and a snare is come upon us, desolation and destruction.
Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
Thou hast seen all their vengeance and all their imaginations against me.
Thou hast heard their reproach, O LORD, and all their imaginations against me;
Render unto them a recompence, O LORD, according to the work of their hands.