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1 Then Job answered and said, 2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! 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 savour 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 meat 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, English Revised Version. Public domain.
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