Book, Chapter

 1     Int, 1    |      when I confessed my soul’s misery over the death of a friend
 2       1, V    |      angry and threatenest vast misery? Is it, then, a trifling
 3       3, II   |        the custom to call this “misery.” But when he suffers with
 4       3, II   |         about. In another man’s misery, even though it was feigned
 5       4, VI   |     them, and then realizes the misery which it had even before
 6       4, VII  |      weeping, a heavy burden of misery weighed me down. It should
 7       4, XV   |         was a figment of my own misery, not the stable ground of
 8       5, VIII |          And I who hated actual misery in the one place sought
 9       6, I    | reassured about that part of my misery for which she had mourned
10       6, XII  |          didst take pity on our misery and didst come to our rescue
11       6, XVI  |      was in fact the root of my misery: that I was so fallen and
12       6, II   |        them from happiness into misery, so that it could not be
13       7, XII  |        depths of my soul all my misery and had heaped it up before
14       9, XX   |         whom we are all born in misery. How this is, I do not now
15       9, XLIII|         sins and the load of my misery, I had resolved in my heart
16      12, VIII |        For even in the restless misery of the fallen spirits, who