Job 6:2-4

The Voice

² Job: Would that my anguish were weighed,
        laid on a scale together with the disaster I’ve suffered!
³     For there is not enough sand in the seas to outweigh it!
        It’s no wonder my untamed words are but incoherent stammering.
⁴     The arrows of the Highest One^[a] have sunk deeply into me;
        my spirit drinks their poison.
        The terrors of God assemble like soldiers marching against me.