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