¹³ Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

⁵ O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

¹¹ 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.

³ Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.

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

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

¹⁶ I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

⁹ Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

¹⁰ Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.