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If only my grief could be weighed,
and my devastation placed on the scales with it!
They would certainly weigh more than the sand of the sea!
No wonder my words have been rash.[a]
The arrows of the Almighty stick in me.
My spirit drinks in their poison.
The terrors of God are lined up against me.

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  1. Job 6:3 Or reckless