Job

6:1	But Job answered and said,
6:2	Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
6:3	For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
6:4	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.
6:5	Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6:6	Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
6:7	The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
6:8	Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
6:9	Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
6:10	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.
6:11	What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
6:12	Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
6:13	Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
6:14	To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
6:15	My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
6:16	Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
6:17	What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
6:18	The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
6:19	The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
6:20	They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
6:21	For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
6:22	Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
6:23	Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
6:24	Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
6:25	How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
6:26	Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
6:27	Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
6:28	Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
6:29	Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
6:30	Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?