Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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 is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.