Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

Count not thine handmaid for a daughter of Belial: for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief have I spoken hitherto.

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

And as the king of Israel was passing by upon the wall, there cried a woman unto him, saying, Help, my lord, O king.

And he said, If the LORD do not help thee, whence shall I help thee? out of the barnfloor, or out of the winepress?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

And Moses spake so unto the children of Israel: but they hearkened not unto Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.