Job 6:1-9 ▼

1 Then Job responded:

2 Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God's sudden terrors are arrayed against me.

5 Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?

6 Can food that is tasteless be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7 I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.

8 Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!

9 And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.