Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what 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 should assuage 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 thou wilt not hold me innocent.