If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer:
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: And though I forbear, what am I eased?
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.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
Attend unto me, and answer me: I am restless in my complaint, and moan;
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.