Job 6

¹Bvt Iob answered, and said,

²Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.

³For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.

⁴For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.

⁵Doeth the wilde asse bray when he hath grasse? or loweth the oxe when he hath fodder?

⁶That which is vnsauerie, shall it be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egge?

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

⁸Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

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

¹⁰Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.

¹¹What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?

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

¹³Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?

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