O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
(let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity);
Even today my complaint is rebellious. My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
But now it comes to thee, and thou faint. It touches thee, and thou are troubled.
Then Job answered and said,
The heart knows its own bitterness, and a stranger does not intermeddle with its joy.