²⁷ Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

¹³ When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

¹¹ Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

¹⁸ My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.