Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
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 my integrity.
But now it has come upon you, and you faint; it touches you, and you are troubled.
But Job answered and said,
The heart knows its own bitterness; and a stranger does not partake of its joy.