“If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!
“Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
let God weigh me in honest scales and he will know that I am blameless—
But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged; it strikes you, and you are dismayed.
Then Job replied:
Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy.