“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed, and my calamity laid with it on the scales!
let me be weighed in an even balance that God may know my integrity.
“Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy because of my groaning.
But now it comes upon you, and you are weary; it reaches even you, and you are terrified.
But Job answered:
The heart knows its own grief, and in its joy, a stranger cannot share.