“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
“My soul loathes my life; I will give free course to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face and wear a smile,’
I am afraid of all my sufferings; I know that You will not hold me innocent.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief.