LXX2012(i)
2 Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
3 And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
4 For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.
5 What then? will the wild ass bray for nothing, if he is not seeking food? or again, will the ox low at the manger, when he has a fodder?