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