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    For there is not enough sand in the seas to outweigh it!
        It’s no wonder my untamed words are but incoherent stammering.
    The arrows of the Highest One[a] have sunk deeply into me;
        my spirit drinks their poison.
        The terrors of God assemble like soldiers marching against me.
    Does a wild donkey bray in hunger in a field of fresh grass?
        Does an ox low with pangs over plenty of feed?

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Footnotes

  1. 6:4 Hebrew, Shaddai

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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