“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul, who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures, who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
For my sighing comes before I eat.
My groanings are poured out like water.
For the thing which I fear comes on me, that which I am afraid of comes to me.
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither do I have rest; but trouble comes.”