"Don't call me Naomi," she answered; "call me Marah, because Almighty God has made my life bitter.

You know that your father David and his men are hard fighters and that they are as fierce as a mother bear robbed of her cubs. Your father is an experienced soldier and does not stay with his men at night.

No! I can't be quiet! I am angry and bitter. I have to speak.

He won't let me catch my breath; he has filled my life with bitterness.

I am tired of living. Listen to my bitter complaint.

What can I say? The LORD has done this. My heart is bitter, and I cannot sleep.

Israel, you are like a young wife, deserted by her husband and deeply distressed. But the LORD calls you back to him and says:

Bitter suffering is all he has given me for food and drink.

Call to me when trouble comes; I will save you, and you will praise me."

When they call to me, I will answer them; when they are in trouble, I will be with them. I will rescue them and honor them.

In great anguish he prayed even more fervently; his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

In his life on earth Jesus made his prayers and requests with loud cries and tears to God, who could save him from death. Because he was humble and devoted, God heard him.

When they came to the threshing place at Atad east of the Jordan, they mourned loudly for a long time, and Joseph performed mourning ceremonies for seven days.

So now the people of Israel went to Bethel and sat there in the presence of God until evening. Loudly and bitterly they mourned:

As soon as he finished saying this, David's sons came in; they started crying, and David and his officials also cried bitterly.

"Remember, LORD, that I have served you faithfully and loyally and that I have always tried to do what you wanted me to." And he began to cry bitterly.

If you will not listen, I will cry in secret because of your pride; I will cry bitterly, and my tears will flow because the LORD's people have been taken away as captives.

People of Judah, do not weep for King Josiah; do not mourn his death. But weep bitterly for Joahaz, his son; they are taking him away, never to return, never again to see the land where he was born.