If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will loosen my face and be cheerful,
If I speak, my pain is not held back; and if I forbear, what part of me goes away?
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.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me; my couch shall bear with my complaining;
Pay attention to me, and answer me; I wander and I moan in my complaint,
From my smiling I suffer beyond grief; my heart is sick within me.