For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
Even today is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
(Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know mine integrity;)
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward: They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.
Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; But a fool's vexation is heavier than them both.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.