Job 6

¹And Job made answer and said,

²If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!

³For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.

⁴For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.

⁵Does the ass of the fields give out his voice when he has grass? or does the ox make sounds over his food?

⁶Will a man take food which has no taste without salt? or is there any taste in the soft substance of purslain?

⁷My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.

⁸If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!

⁹If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!

¹⁰So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.

¹¹Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

¹²Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?

¹³I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.

¹⁴He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.