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“If only my grief could be weighed,
    if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,
then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    I spoke carelessly
        because the arrows of Shadday have found their target in me,
            and my spirit is drinking their poison.
            Eloah’s terrors line up in battle 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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