For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.
A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty, but a fool's vexation is heavier than both.
Come to me, all ye who labor and have been burdened, and I will give you rest.
Thou have held my eyelids watching. I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonderful works which thou have done, and thy thoughts which are toward us. They cannot be set in order to thee. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Even today my complaint is rebellious. My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
(let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity);