Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Let me be weighed in an even balance, that Eloah may know mine integrity.
But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.
But Job answered and said,
The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.