Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
(Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know mine integrity);
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
But now it is come unto thee, and thou faintest; It toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.
Then Job answered and said,
The heart knoweth its own bitterness; And a stranger doth not intermeddle with its joy.