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1 And Job will answer and say, 2 I would weighing, my anger shall be weighed, and my falls shall be lifted up in the balances together. 3 For now it will be heavy above the sand of the seas: for this my words were rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are with me, which their anger drank up my spirit: the terrors of God will be prepared for me. 5 Shall the wild ass bray at grass? if the ox will low over his provender? 6 Shall that unseasoned be eaten without salt? if there is taste in purslain slime? 7 My soul refused to touch these as the loathsomeness of my bread. 8 Who will give my asking shall come? and will God give my expectation? 9 And God will, and he will crush me; will he let his hand remain, and will he cut me off? Job 6:1-9, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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