Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Even today is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity.
But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.
But Job answered and said,
The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.