that our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no decay, no leading into captivity, and no complaining in our streets.

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

Evening and morning and at noon, I will complain and murmur,
And He will hear my voice.

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

Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

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.