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1 But Job, responding, said: 2 I wish that my sins, for which I deserve wrath, and the calamity that I endure, were weighed out on a balance. 3 Compared to the sand of the sea, they would appear heavier, and so my words are full of sorrow. 4 For the arrows of the Lord are in me, my spirit drinks of their indignation, and the terrors of the Lord are soldiers against me. 5 Will the wild ass bray when he has grass? Or will the ox bellow when he stands before a full manger? 6 Or can one eat bland food, which is not seasoned with salt? Or can anyone taste that which, if tasted, causes death? 7 The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods. 8 Who will grant that my petition may arrive and that God may bestow on me what I expect, 9 and that he who, at first, had crushed me, will let loose his hand and cut me down? Job 6:1-9, Catholic Public Domain Version. Public domain.
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