Be quiet. Let me alone so that I may speak, and let come on me what may.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on my self; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your remembered sayings are like ashes, your bodies like bodies of clay.
Oh that you would stop speaking entirely! And it would be your wisdom.
Rise with me and I shall speak; and after I have spoken, mock on.
Therefore I will not hold my mouth; I will speak in the trouble of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.