I will speak, that I may find relief; I must open my lips and answer.
“Hold your peace with me, and let me speak, Then let come on me what may!
Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.
“Therefore my anxious thoughts make me answer, Because of the turmoil within me.
Bear with me that I may speak, And after I have spoken, keep mocking.
Indeed my belly is like wine that has no vent; It is ready to burst like new wineskins.
Let me not, I pray, show partiality to anyone; Nor let me flatter any man.
“If one attempts a word with you, will you become weary? But who can withhold himself from speaking?