Rotherham(i)
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin––into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
4 For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.