1Then Job answered and said,
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed,
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas:
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
5Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
6Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt?
7My soul refuseth to touch them;
8Oh that I might have my request;
9Even that it would please God to crush me;
10And be it still my consolation,
11What is my strength, that I should wait?
12Is my strength the strength of stones?
13Is it not that I have no help in me,
14To him that is ready to faint kindness should be showed from his friend;
15My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook,
16Which are black by reason of the ice,
17What time they wax warm, they vanish;
18The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside;
19The caravans of Tema looked,
20They were put to shame because they had hoped;
21For now ye are nothing;
22Did I say, Give unto me?
23Or, Deliver me from the adversary’s hand?
24Teach me, and I will hold my peace;
25How forcible are words of uprightness!
26Do ye think to reprove words,
27Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless,
28Now therefore be pleased to look upon me;
29Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice;
30Is there injustice on my tongue?