Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 Then Job responded,

2 “Oh if only my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my disaster!

3 “For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; For that reason my words have been rash.

4 “For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks their poison; The terrors of God line up against me.

5 “Does the wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his feed?

6 “Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the juice of an alkanet plant?

7 “My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.

8 “Oh, that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my hope!

9 “Oh, that God would decide to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off!