If I say: I will not speak so: I change my face, and am tormented with sorrow.
If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
My sorrow is above sorrow: my heart mourneth within 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.
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot; all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me.