Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 Then Job replied:

2 “If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.

3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?

6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.

8 If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:

9 that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!