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.

Take heed unto me, and hear me, how piteously I mourn and complain.

In the evening, and morning, and at noon day will I mourn and complain: and he shall hear my voice.

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