CLV(i)
2 O that my vexation could be weighed, yea weighed. And they could take up my woe upon the scales together with it.
3 Because now it is heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore my words are impetuous.
4 For the arrows of Him Who Suffices are in me; Their venom is what my spirit has been drinking; Frightenings from Eloah are arrayed against me.
5 Does an onager bray over verdure? Would a bull low over its fodder?