That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

Evening, and morning, and at noonday, will I complain, and moan; And he will hear my voice.

For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.God, hear my voice when I complain.
Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.

Attend unto me, and answer me, I may ramble in my complaining, And be driven to and fro -

In my trouble I will call upon the LORD, and complain unto my God. So he shall hear my voice out of his holy temple, and my complaint shall come before him: it shall enter even into his ears. {TYNDALE: In my tribulation I called to the LORD, and cried to my God. And he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry entered into his ears.}

For while I held my tongue, my bones consumed away through my daily complaining.