Hold your peace a little while, that I may speak whatsoever my mind shall suggest to me.
Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.
Suffer me, and I will speak: and after, if you please, laugh at my words.
And I wish you would hold your peace, that you might be thought to be wise men.
My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your remembrance shall be compared to ashes: and your necks shall be brought to clay.