I must speak that I may find relief; I will open my lips that I may answer.
Be silent and let me speak; then let come to me what may.
Who will contend with me? If so, I will be silent and die.
“In truth, my troubled thoughts urge me to answer because of my feelings within me.
Bear with me as I speak, and after I have spoken, mock on.
inside I am like wine that has no opening, like new wineskins ready to burst.
I will show partiality to no one, nor will I flatter anyone;
“If one attempts a word with you, will you become impatient? But who can keep from speaking?