My sadness would be heavier than the sand of the seas. No wonder my words seem careless.
“My complaint is still bitter today. I groan because God’s heavy hand is on me.
then let God weigh me on honest scales. Then he will know I have done nothing wrong.
Lord my God, you have done many miracles. Your plans for us are many. If I tried to tell them all, there would be too many to count.
You keep my eyes from closing. I am too upset to say anything.
Stone is heavy, and sand is weighty, but a complaining fool is worse than either.
“Come to me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest.