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I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?

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I also could speak like you,
    if you were in my place;
I could make fine speeches against you
    and shake my head(A) at you.
But my mouth would encourage you;
    comfort(B) from my lips would bring you relief.(C)

“Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved;
    and if I refrain, it does not go away.(D)

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