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“I wish my suffering could be weighed
    and all my trouble be put on the scales.
They would be heavier than all the sand of the sea!
    That is why my words are so crazy.
God All-Powerful has shot me with his arrows.
    My spirit feels their poison!
    God’s terrible weapons are lined up 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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