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“If only my grief could be weighed
    and my calamity placed on the scales.
For it outweighs the sands of the sea;
    that is why my words have been rash.
For the arrows of Shaddai are in me,
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
God’s terrors line up against 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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