If I said, ‘I will forget my complaint, change my expression, and smile,’
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,’
My joy has flown away; grief has settled on me. My heart is sick.
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
If I speak, my suffering is not relieved, and if I hold back, does any of it leave me?