If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on the scales.
let God weigh me on accurate scales, and he will recognise my integrity.
Today also my complaint is bitter. , His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
But now that this has happened to you, you have become exhausted. It strikes you, and you are dismayed.
Then Job answered:
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no outsider shares in its joy.