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1 Then Job answered and said, 2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances! 3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me. 5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder? 6 Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg? 7 My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me. 8 Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for! 9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! Job 6:1-9, American Standard Version. Public domain.
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