^{2 Ref} Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

^{3 Ref} For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

^{4 Ref} For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

^{5 Ref} Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?