JOB 6 : 1-13
1 Job responded:
2 Oh, that my grief were actually weighed,
all of it were lifted up in
scales;
3 for now it’s heavier than the sands of the sea; therefore, my words
are rash.[a]
4 The Almighty’s arrows are in me;
my spirit drinks their
poison,
and God’s terrors are arrayed
against me.
5 Does a donkey bray over grass
or an ox bellow over its
fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
or does egg white[b] have taste?
7 I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick, He wishes to
die
8 Oh, that what I’ve requested would come
and God grant my hope;
9 that God be willing to
crush me, release his hand and cut me off.
10 I’d still take comfort, relieved even though in persistent pain;for
I’ve not denied the words of the holy one.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope;
my end, that my life should
drag on?
12 Is my strength that of rocks,
my flesh bronze?
13 I don’t have a helper for myself;
success has been taken from me
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