“Hold your peace with me, and let me speak, Then let come on me what may!
“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.
Bear with me that I may speak, And after I have spoken, keep mocking.
Oh, that you would be silent, And it would be your wisdom!
“My soul loathes my life; I will give free course to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.