Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
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 ashes, your bodies like bodies of clay.
O that you would altogether hold your peace! and it would be your wisdom.
Permit me that I may speak; and after I have spoken, mock on.
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.