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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 altogether! 3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; Therefore are my words broken. 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 juice of mallows? 7 My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as the sickness of my flesh. 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, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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