Job 16:6

Young's Literal Translation 1862

If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?

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My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.