A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

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

Teach us what we shall say unto him; for we cannot order our speech by reason of darkness. Shall it be told him that I speak? if a man speak, surely he shall be swallowed up.

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

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