Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, And my calamity laid in the balances together!
Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know mine integrity.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
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.