2
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?