2. Oh that my grief and calamity were justly weighed and laid equally in the balances!
3. For it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore, my words are swallowed up.
4. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks of the poison; and terrors of God combat me.
5. Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? Does the ox low over his fodder?