For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.
“Today also my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
(Let me be weighed in a just balance, and let God know my integrity!)
Thou hast multiplied, O Lord my God, thy wondrous deeds and thy thoughts toward us; none can compare with thee! Were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be numbered.
Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
A stone is heavy, and sand is weighty, but a fool's provocation is heavier than both.
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.