Bishops(i)
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall