I wish that my sins, for which I deserve wrath, and the calamity that I endure, were weighed out on a balance.
Now again my conversation is in bitterness, and the force of my scourging weighs more heavily on me because of my mourning.
let him weigh me in a just balance, and let God know my simplicity.
But now the scourge has overcome you, and you falter. It has touched you, and you are disturbed.
But Job, responding, said:
The heart that knows the bitterness of its own soul, in its gladness the outsider shall not meddle.