Job 13:13

Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what wilt.

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My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay

Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it should be your wisdom.

Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.