If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself;
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.