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

³ A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; But a fool's vexation is heavier than they both.

² Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

¹⁹ Teach us what we shall say unto him; `For' we cannot set `our speech' in order by reason of darkness.

²⁰ Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?

⁵ Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

²⁸ Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.