Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged, and though I forbear, what am I eased?
My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
If I say, I will forget my complaint. I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer,
I am afraid of all my sorrows. I know that thou will not hold me innocent.
[But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief].