If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
*Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
*Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.