Job 6
1Then Job answered,
and all my calamity laid in the balances!
therefore my words have been rash.
My spirit drinks up their poison.
The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Or does the ox low over his fodder?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
They are as loathsome food to me.
that God would grant the thing that I long for,
that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare,
that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What is my end, that I should be patient?
Or is my flesh of bronze?
that wisdom is driven away from me?
even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
as the channel of brooks that pass away;
in which the snow hides 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 there, and were confounded.
You see a terror, and are afraid.
or, ‘Offer a present for me from your substance?’
or, ‘Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?’
Cause me to understand my error.
But your reproof, what does it reprove?
since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?
and make merchandise of your friend.
for surely I will not lie to your face.
Let there be no injustice.
Yes, return again.
My cause is righteous.
Can’t my taste discern mischievous things?