Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 In rebuttal, Job replied:

2 |If only my grief could be weighed; or my calamity piled together on a balance scale!

3 It would weigh more than the sand on the seashore! Here's why I've talked so rashly:

4 |The arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit absorbs their poison; God's terrors have been arranged just for me!

5 |Will the wild donkey bray from hunger if fresh grass is beside him? Will the ox low from distress if it is near its feed?

6 Tasteless food isn't eaten without salt, is it? Is there any taste in an egg white?

7 I cannot bring myself to touch them; food like this makes me sick.|

8 |Who will grant my wish? I wish God would grant what I'm hoping for:

9 that God would just be willing to crush me; that he would let loose and eliminate me!