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It's impossible to weigh
    my misery and grief!
They outweigh the sand
    along the beach,
and that's why I have spoken
    without thinking first.
The fearsome arrows
    of God All-Powerful
have filled my soul
    with their poison.

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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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