If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.