If I speak, my pain is not held back; and if I forbear, what part of me goes away?
My soul loathes my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I might strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips could spare you.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will loosen my face and be cheerful,
I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that You will not hold me innocent;