Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 And Job answered and said:

2 “If only my grief and my calamity could be weighed thoroughly, lifting it up together in the scales!

3 For now it is heavy, more than the sand of the sea; and upon thus my words have been rash.

4 For the arrows of Shaddai are within me, whose poison my spirit is drinking in; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

5 Does the wild donkey bray over its grass? Or the ox bellow over its fodder?

6 Is the unsavory eaten without salt? Or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are are like disease in my food.

8 Who shall grant that my request would come? That God may grant my hope!

9 If God were willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!