Job 6
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Then Job answered and said,
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Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been
rash.
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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinks
up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
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Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? Or lows the ox over his fodder?
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Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white
of an egg?
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My soul refuses to touch [them]; They are as loathsome food to me.
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Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long
for!
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Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut
me off!
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And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spares not, That I
have not denied the words of the Holy One.
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What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
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Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
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Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
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To him whom is ready to faint kindness [should be showed] from his friend; Even
to him whom forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
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My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass
away;
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Which are black by reason of the ice, [And] wherein the snow hides itself:
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What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their
place.
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The caravans [that travel] by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste,
and perish.
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The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.
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They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came there, and were confounded.
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For now you are nothing; You see a terror, and are afraid.
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Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?
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Or, Deliver me from the adversary`s hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
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Teach me, and I will hold my peace; And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
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How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?
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Do you think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are
as wind?
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Yea, you would cast [lots] upon the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.
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Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face.
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Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
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Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?