“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; and though I stop, how am I eased?
“My soul loathes my life; I will freely give my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
but I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would relieve your grief.
If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint; I will leave off my sad face and brighten up,’
I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that You will not hold me innocent.