Zayin
“The thought
Of my affliction
Is wormwood!
The thought
Of my homelessness,
Is gall!
My soul continually
Thinks of it.
My soul is
Bowed down
Within me.
But this I call to mind.
Therefore I have hope.”
This author complained about his bitter thoughts. His affliction was like the sour bitter wormwood plant. His homelessness annoyed or galled him. This is like the prayer of a homeless person. His soul was continually sinking. However, when he thought this out, he still had some hope. These three verses start with the Hebrew consonant letter Zayin in this acrostic poem.