2 Job: Would that my anguish were weighed,
laid on a scale together with the disaster I’ve suffered!
3 For there is not enough sand in the seas to outweigh it!
It’s no wonder my untamed words are but incoherent stammering.
4 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.
- 6:4 Hebrew, Shaddai