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Job: Would that my anguish were weighed,
        laid on a scale together with the disaster I’ve suffered!
    For there is not enough sand in the seas to outweigh it!
        It’s no wonder my untamed words are but incoherent stammering.
    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.

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  1. 6:4 Hebrew, Shaddai

“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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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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