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 stroke is heavier than my groaning.
let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity.
Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking: 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 ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.