Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
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.
Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay.