If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and be of good cheer,’
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
My joy is gone; grief is upon me; my heart is sick within me.
“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 pain is not assuaged, and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint and I moan,