“Hold your peace; leave me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what may!
“My soul loathes my life; I will freely give my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your reminders are parables made of ashes; your answers are answers made of clay.
Oh, that you would altogether hold your peace, and it would be your wisdom!
Bear with 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.