These, are murmurers, complainers, according to their covetings, going on, - and, their mouth, speaketh great swelling words, - holding persons in admiration, for profit's sake.

Why should a living son of earth complain, Let a man complain because of his sins?

And it shall be, when their fathers, or their brethren, come in to complain to us, that we will say unto them - As a favour to us, grant them, because we took not for each man his wife in the battle, - for, ye yourselves, gave them not unto them, so as, now, to be guilty.

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

At evening and morning and high noon, have I been wont to lament and complain, And he hath heard my voice!

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

Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes?