If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint; I will leave off my sad face and brighten up,’
“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; and though I stop, how am I eased?
“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.
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint, and I murmur,
My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.