Job 6:3
“For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.”
But Job answered and said,
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.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Cross-References
“A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool’s wrath is heavier than them both.”
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
“Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.”
“Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.”
“Teach us what we shall say unto him; for we cannot order our speech by reason of darkness.”