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1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,

2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg?

7 Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.

8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!

9 That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.

10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?

12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?

13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

14 He that is in miserie, ought to be comforted of his neighbour: but men haue forsaken the feare of the Almightie.

15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;

16 Which are blackish with yee, and wherein the snowe is hid.

17 But in time they are dryed vp with heate and are consumed: and when it is hote they faile out of their places,

18 Or they depart from their way and course, yea, they vanish and perish.

19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.

20 But they were confounded: when they hoped, they came thither and were ashamed.

21 For now ye are nothing; ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid.

22 Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?

23 And deliuer me from the enemies hande, or ransome me out of the hand of tyrants?

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 arguing reprove?

26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?

27 Ye make your wrath to fall vpon the fatherlesse, and dig a pit for your friende.

28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for [it is] evident unto you if I lie.

29 Turne, I pray you, let there be none iniquitie: returne, I say, and ye shall see yet my righteousnesse in that behalfe.

30 Is there iniquitie in my tongue? doeth not my mouth feele sorowes?