“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed, And my calamity laid with it on the scales!
Let me be weighed on honest scales, That God may know my integrity.
“Even today my complaint is bitter; My hand is listless because of my groaning.
But now it comes upon you, and you are weary; It touches you, and you are troubled.
Then Job answered and said:
The heart knows its own bitterness, And a stranger does not share its joy.