But Job answered4 and said,4
Oh that my grief were throughly2 weighed,11 and my calamity 1962 laid4 in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier4 than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.1
For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison whereof drinketh6 up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array4 against me.
Doth the wild ass bray4 when he hath grass? or loweth4 the ox over his fodder?
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten11 without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg?
The things [that] my soul refused14 to touch2 [are] as my sorrowful meat.
Oh that4 I might have4 my request; and that God would grant4 [me] the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please55 God to destroy17 me; that he would let loose55 his hand, and cut me off!17
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden17 myself in sorrow: let him not spare;4 for I have not concealed14 the words of the Holy One.
What [is] my strength, that I should hope?17 and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong55 my life?
[Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite8 from me?
To him that is afflicted pity [should be shewed] from his friend; but he forsaketh4 the fear of the Almighty.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully1 as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;4
Which are blackish6 by reason of the ice, [and] wherein the snow is hid:101
What time they wax warm,29 they vanish:8 when it is hot, they are consumed8 out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside;11 they go4 to nothing, and perish.4
The troops of Tema looked,52 the companies of Sheba waited14 for them.
They were confounded1 because they had hoped;1 they came1 thither, and were ashamed.4
For now ye are nothing; ye see4 [my] casting down, and are afraid.4
Did I say,1 Bring3 unto me? or, Give a reward3 for me of your substance?
Or, Deliver16 me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem4 me from the hand of the mighty?
Teach54 me, and I will hold my tongue:55 and cause me to understand54 wherein I have erred.1
How forcible8 are right words! but what doth your arguing53 reprove?55
Do ye imagine4 to reprove53 words, and the speeches of one that is desperate,12 [which are] as wind?
Yea, ye overwhelm55 the fatherless, and ye dig4 [a pit] for your friend.
Now therefore be content,54 look3 upon me; for [it is] evident unto you if I lie.17
Return,3 I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return3 again, my righteousness [is] in it.
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern4 perverse things?