1But Job answered and said,
2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed,
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea:
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
5Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
6Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt?
7The things that my soul refused to touch
8O that I might have my request;
9Even that it would please God to destroy me:
10Then should I yet have comfort;
11What is my strength, that I should hope?
12Is my strength the strength of stones?
13Is not my help in me?
14To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend;
15My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook,
16Which are blackish by reason of the ice,
17What time they wax warm, they vanish:
18The paths of their way are turned aside;
19The troops of Tema looked,
20They were confounded because they had hoped;
21For now ye are nothing;
22Did I say, Bring unto me?
23Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand?
24Teach me, and I will hold my tongue:
25How forcible are right words!
26Do ye imagine to reprove words,
27Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless,
28Now therefore be content, look upon me;
29Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity;
30Is there iniquity in my tongue?