I will speak so that I may be relieved; I will open my lips and answer.
Be silent from me, that I may speak; and let what will pass over me.
Who is he who will strive with me? For now I would be quiet and die.
So my thoughts cause me to answer, even because of my haste in me.
Rise with me and I shall speak; then after I have spoken, you may mock.
behold my belly is like wine that has no vent; it bursts like new wineskins.
I will not now lift up the face of a man, nor eulogize any man.
Shall one try a word with you, you who are weary? But who can hold back with words?