Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what will.
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.
Suffer me that I may speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
O that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it should be your wisdom.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your remembrances are like unto ashes, Your bodies to bodies of clay.