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“If only my grief could be weighed,
    if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,
then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    I spoke carelessly
        because the arrows of Shadday have found their target in me,
            and my spirit is drinking their poison.
            Eloah’s terrors line up in battle against me.

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Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed,
And my calamity laid with it on the scales!
For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea—
Therefore my words have been rash.
(A)For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
My spirit drinks in their poison;
(B)The terrors of God are arrayed (C)against me.

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