5. I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
6. I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
7. But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
8. But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
9. My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.