שִׂיַח

Count not thine handmaid for a daughter of Belial: for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief have I spoken hitherto.

And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud: for he is a god; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.

Then Jehu came forth to the servants of his lord: and one said unto him, Is all well? wherefore came this mad fellow to thee? And he said unto them, Ye know the man, and his communication.

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:

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

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before the LORD. Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.

My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?