I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Therefore do my thoughts give answer to me, Even by reason of my haste that is in me.
Who is he that will contend with me? For now shall I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what wilt.
Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; Like new bottles it is ready to burst.
Let me not, I pray you, respect any man's person; Neither will I give flattering titles unto any man.
If one assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?