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JOB
[VI
- 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.
- Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
- Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
- Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt?
- Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
- The things that my soul refused to touch
- Are as my sorrowful meat.
- Oh that I might have my request;
- And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
- Even that it would please God to destroy me;
- That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
- 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.
- What is my strength, that I should hope?
- And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
- Is my strength the strength of stones?
- Or is my flesh of brass?
- Is not my help in me?
- And is wisdom driven quite from me?
- To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend;
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