Be silent from me, that I may speak; and let what will pass over me.
My soul loathes my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your remembered sayings are like ashes; surely your backs are backs of clay.
Oh that you would stop speaking entirely, and it would be your wisdom!
Rise with me and I shall speak; then after I have spoken, you may mock.
Also, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.