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1 And Job answers and says: 2 “O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, || And my calamity in balances || They would lift up together! 3 For now it is heavier than the sands of the sea, || Therefore my words have been rash. 4 For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, || Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me! 5 Does a wild donkey bray over tender grass? Does an ox low over his provender? 6 Is an insipid thing eaten without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams? 7 My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food. 8 O that my request may come, || That God may grant my hope! 9 That God would please—and bruise me, || Loose His hand and cut me off! Job 6:1-9, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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