And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.

For, said Hushai, thou knowest thy father and his men, that they be mighty men, and they be chafed in their minds, as a bear robbed of her whelps in the field: and thy father is a man of war, and will not lodge with the people.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

For the LORD hath called thee as a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou wast refused, saith thy God.

He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.

And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.

And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;

And they came to the threshingfloor of Atad, which is beyond Jordan, and there they mourned with a great and very sore lamentation: and he made a mourning for his father seven days.

And the people came to the house of God, and abode there till even before God, and lifted up their voices, and wept sore;

And it came to pass, as soon as he had made an end of speaking, that, behold, the king's sons came, and lifted up their voice and wept: and the king also and all his servants wept very sore.

I beseech thee, O LORD, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.

But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because the LORD'S flock is carried away captive.

Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.