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Job 6:1-30 (BSB)
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Then Job replied: "If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales. For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas-- no wonder my words have been rash. For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder? Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg ? My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me. If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope: that God would