For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: Therefore my words are swallowed up.
A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; But a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
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.
Even to day 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.