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1-2 If my troubles and griefs were weighed on scales,
    they would weigh more than the sands of the sea,
    so my wild words should not surprise you.
Almighty God has shot me with arrows,
    and their poison spreads through my body.
God has lined up his terrors against me.

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“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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