Thomson(i)
2 that some person would weigh my passion: and poise in a balance against it, my calamities.
3 But these would outweigh the sand of the sea, though you seem to think my words too vehement:
4 for the arrows of the Lord are in my body, the fury of which drinketh up my blood: when I attempt to speak they pierce me.
5 What! will a wild ass bray without cause? Will it do so, except when in search of food? Or will an ox low having fodder in his stall?