Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me; For thou art my stronghold.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: Yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and he shall not be.