Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Let me be weighed in an even balance that God may know my integrity.
But now it is come on you, and you faint; it touches you, and you are troubled.
But Job answered and said,
The heart knows his own bitterness; and a stranger does not intermeddle with his joy.