Job 6

1 And Job answered and said,⋮

2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!⋮

3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.⋮

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.⋮

5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?⋮

6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?⋮

7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.⋮

8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!⋮

9 And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!⋮

10 Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.⋮

11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?⋮

12 Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?⋮

13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?⋮

14 For him that is fainting kindness is meet from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.⋮

15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,⋮

16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:⋮

17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:⋮

18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.⋮

19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:⋮

20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.⋮

21 So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.⋮

22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?⋮

23 Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?⋮

24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.⋮

25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?⋮

26 Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.⋮

27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.⋮

28 Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.⋮

29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.⋮

30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?⋮