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.
Does the (D)wild donkey bray when it has grass,
Or does the ox low over its fodder?

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For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!

Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

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