For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.
A stone is heavy, and sand is weighty, but a fool’s provocation is heavier than both.
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us; none can compare with you! I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told.
“Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.
(Let me be weighed in a just balance, and let God know my integrity!)