Job 6
1Then Job answered and said,
And all my calamity laid in the balances!
Therefore have my words been rash.
The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:
The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
They are as loathsome food to me.
And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not,
That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
Or is my flesh of brass?
And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
As the channel of brooks that pass away;
And wherein the snow hideth itself:
When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
They go up into the waste, and perish.
The companies of Sheba waited for them.
They came thither, and were confounded.
Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?
Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
But your reproof, what doth it reprove?
Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?
And make merchandise of your friend.
For surely I shall not lie to your face.
Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?