JPS_ASV_Byz(i)
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?