For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas!
That is why my words are rash.
Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced[a] me;
my spirit drinks their poison.
God’s terrors are arrayed against me.(A)
Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass
or an ox low over its fodder?

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Footnotes

  1. 6:4 Lit Almighty are in

It would surely outweigh the sand(A) of the seas—
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.(B)
The arrows(C) of the Almighty(D) are in me,(E)
    my spirit drinks(F) in their poison;(G)
    God’s terrors(H) are marshaled against me.(I)
Does a wild donkey(J) bray(K) when it has grass,
    or an ox bellow when it has fodder?(L)

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