*Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
*My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.