Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
For the choirmaster. According to Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cried out to God; I cried aloud to God to hear me.