O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.
But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
And Job answereth and saith: --
The heart knoweth its own bitterness, And with its joy a stranger doth not intermeddle.