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

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“If only my anguish could be weighed
    and all my misery be placed on the scales!(A)
It would surely outweigh the sand(B) of the seas—
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.(C)
The arrows(D) of the Almighty(E) are in me,(F)
    my spirit drinks(G) in their poison;(H)
    God’s terrors(I) are marshaled against me.(J)

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