Oh that my grief were but weighed, and my ruin laid in the balances together!
let me be weighed in an even balance so that God may know my uprightness.
Even today is my complaint bitter; my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
But now it has come upon you, and you faint. It touches you, and you are troubled.
And Job answered and said,
The heart knows its own bitterness, and a stranger does not share in its joy.