Job 7:11

I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O Lord, thou knowest.

And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto the Lord, and wept sore.

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

What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.

For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you.

And when she came to the man of God to the hill, she caught him by the feet: but Gehazi came near to thrust her away. And the man of God said, Let her alone; for her soul is vexed within her: and the Lord hath hid it from me, and hath not told me. Then she said, Did I desire a son of my lord? did I not say, Do not deceive me?

And they said one to another, We are verily guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the anguish of his soul, when he besought us, and we would not hear; therefore is this distress come upon us.

If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

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

Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on. As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,