If I were to say, ‘I will forget my complaint and change my expression and smile,’
When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of m
My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.