CLV(i)
15 He surfeits me with bitter herbs; He satiates me with wormwood.
16 He is breaking up my teeth on gravel; He makes me fare on ashes;
17 My soul is cast off from peace; I am oblivious of good;
18 And I think my endurance has perished, and my hope from Yahweh."
19 Remember my humiliation and my homelessness, the wormwood and poison;"