O that my sins, whereby I have deserved wrath, and the calamity that I suffer, were weighed in a balance.
Let him weigh me in a just balance, and let God know my simplicity.
Now also my words are in bitterness, and the hand of my scourge is more grievous than my mourning.
But now the scourge is come upon thee, and thou faintest. It hath touched thee, and thou art troubled.
But Job answered, and said:
The heart that knoweth the bitterness of his own soul, in his joy the stranger shall not intermeddle.