If I speak, my pain is not eased. If I stop talking, how much of it will go away?
“I hate my life. I will freely express my complaint. I will speak as bitterly as I feel.
I could encourage you with my mouth, and my quivering lips could ease ⌞your pain⌟.
⌞Even⌟ if I say, ‘I will forget my complaining; I will change my expression and smile,’
I ⌞still⌟ dread everything I must suffer. I know that you won’t declare me innocent.