Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Even today is my complaint bitter: my hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity.
But now it is come upon you, and you faint; it touches you, and you are troubled.
But Job answered and said,
The heart knows its own bitterness; and a stranger does not share its joy.