For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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.
Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us: they cannot be recounted in order unto you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
You hold my eyes from closing: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.
Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.