Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 Then Job replied [to his friends],

2 |If only my grief could be weighed, if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,

3 then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas. I spoke carelessly

4 because the arrows of the Almighty [have found their target] in me, and my spirit is drinking their poison. God's terrors line up in battle against me.

5 |Does a wild donkey bray when it's [eating] grass, or does an ox make a sound over its hay?

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

7 I refuse to touch such things. They are disgusting to me.

8 |How I wish that my prayer would be answered- that God would give me what I'm hoping for,

9 that God would [finally] be willing to crush me, that he would reach out to cut me off.