Though I speak, my grief is not relieved: and though I forbear, how am I eased?
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would relieve your grief.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.