I will speak, that I may be refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
Suffer me that I may speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Therefore do my thoughts cause me to answer, And for this I make haste.
Who is he that will plead with me? For now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what will.
Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; It is ready to burst like new bottles.
Let me not, I pray you, accept any man's person, Neither let me give flattering titles unto man.
If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?