If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will depart from my heaviness and be of good cheer,
Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and though I forbear, in what way am I eased?
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.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,
Attend to me, and hear me; I wander and I moan in my complaint,
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.