If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, does it leave me?
“My being has grown weary of life. I let loose my complaint, I speak in the bitterness of my being.
I might strengthen you with my mouth, and my moving lips might bring relief.
If I say, ‘Let me forget my complaint, let me put off my sad face, and let me smile,’
I shall be afraid of all my sufferings. I know that You do not hold me innocent.