[2] Oh that my grief were throughly laid in the balances together! [3] For now 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, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array [5] Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?