It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous.
“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—
Many, Lord my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.
You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.
Stone is heavy and sand a burden, but a fool’s provocation is heavier than both.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.