Job 6:2-4

New International Reader's Version

² “I wish my great pain could be weighed!
    I wish all my suffering could be weighed on scales!
³ I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore.
    No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!
⁴ The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows.
    I have to drink their poison.
    God’s terrors are aimed at me.