Even to day {is} my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. {stroke: Heb. hand}

Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity. {Let...: Heb. Let him weigh me in balances of justice}

But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.

Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity. {Let...: Heb. Let him weigh me in balances of justice}

Count not thine handmaid for a daughter of Belial: for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief have I spoken hitherto. {complaint: or, meditation}

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou {wilt}.

Trouble and anguish shall make him afraid; they shall prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

I also could speak as ye {do}: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

Even to day {is} my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. {stroke: Heb. hand}

While he {was} yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters {were} eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house:

The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. {his own...: Heb. the bitterness of his soul}

Because it shut not up the doors of my {mother's} womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. {weary...: or, cut off while I live}