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2 “If only my grief and my calamity could be weighed thoroughly, lifting it up together in the scales! 3 For now it is heavy, more than the sand of the sea; and upon thus my words have been rash. 4 For the arrows of Shaddai are within me, whose poison my spirit is drinking in; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. 5 Does the wild donkey bray over its grass? Or the ox bellow over its fodder? 6 Is the unsavory eaten without salt? Or is there flavor in the white of an egg? 7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are are like disease in my food. 8 Who shall grant that my request would come? That God may grant my hope! 9 If God were willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off! 10 And yet this would be my comfort, and I would leap for joy in my anguish—he does not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One. 11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life? 12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh made of bronze? 13 Is there no help for me in me, when success has been taken away from me? 14 To one despairing from his friends there should be kindness, and the fear of Shaddai he forsakes. 15 My brothers are treacherous like a wadi, like a channel of wadis they pass away, 16 those being darkened from the ice, upon which the snow hides itself. 17 In the time of burning heat they are cut off; in the heat they are extinguished from their place. 18 The caravans turn aside from their paths; they go up into the wasteland and perish. 19 The caravans of Tema look on; the travelers of Sheba hope for them. 20 They are ashamed that they had trusted; they come unto her and are confounded. 21 For now you? are nothing; you? see terror, and you? are afraid. 22 Is it that I said, ‘Give to me, or from your? strength offer a bribe on my behalf? 23 Or Deliver me from the hand of the enemy, or ransom me from the hand of dreadful ones’? 24 teach me, and I will be silent, and give understanding to me of how I have erred. 25 How painful are upright words! Yet what does your? argument prove? 26 Do you? think to correct my words? And are the sayings of one despairing for wind? 27 Indeed, over the fatherless you? make it fall, and you? would trade away your? friend. 28 And now, may you be willing to turn toward me, or would I lie to your? face? 29 Turn, please, let there not be injustice; and turn even now—my righteousness is in it. 30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Can my palate not discern malice? Job 6:2-30, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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