For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
*Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
(let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity);
Many, LORD, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
A stone is heavy, and sand is a burden; but a fool's provocation is heavier than both.
*Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest.