For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea— Therefore my words have been rash.
A stone is heavy and sand is weighty, But a fool’s wrath is heavier than both of them.
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works Which You have done; And Your thoughts toward us Cannot be recounted to You in order; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.
“Even today my complaint is bitter; My hand is listless because of my groaning.
Let me be weighed on honest scales, That God may know my integrity.