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“·I wish [or If only] my ·suffering [anguish; irritation] could be weighed
    and my misery put on scales.
·My sadness [L It] would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    No wonder my words ·seem careless [blurt out; are wild/rash].
[L For] The arrows of ·the Almighty [L Shaddai] are in me;
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
    God’s terrors ·are gathered [are ranged; enter into battle] against me.

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