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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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

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 against me.

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

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