If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face and wear a smile,’
“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
“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.
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,’
Attend to me, and hear me; I am restless in my complaint, and moan noisily,
I would comfort myself in sorrow; My heart is faint in me.