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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

“If only my anguish could be weighed
    and all my misery be placed on the scales!(A)
It would surely outweigh the sand(B) of the seas—
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.(C)
The arrows(D) of the Almighty(E) are in me,(F)
    my spirit drinks(G) in their poison;(H)
    God’s terrors(I) are marshaled against me.(J)

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