If I say, ‘Let me forget my complaint, let me put off my sad face, and let me smile,’
If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, does it leave me?
I also, I do not hold my mouth, I speak in the distress of my spirit, I complain in the bitterness of my being.
When I say, ‘My bed does comfort me, my couch does ease my complaint,’
Give heed to me, and answer me; I wander and moan in my complaint,
When in grief I would seek comfort; my heart is sick within me.