If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
Let me be measured in upright scales, and let God see my righteousness:
But now it has come on you and it is a weariness to you; you are touched by it and your mind is troubled.
And Job made answer and said,
No one has knowledge of a man's grief but himself; and a strange person has no part in his joy.