4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul.
5 I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.
6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
7 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
8 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
10 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.