Post by 1Jy3qV…qp6t

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?

My soul refuseth to touch `them'; They are as loathsome food to me.

Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded.

Yea, ye would cast `lots' upon the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant `me' the thing that I long for!

Then Job answered and said,

And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.

Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

Did I say, Give unto me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?

For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?

Which are black by reason of the ice, `And' wherein the snow hideth itself:

Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face.

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?

What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

The caravans `that travel' by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.

The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.

My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;

To him that is ready to faint kindness `should be showed' from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

Teach me, and I will hold my peace; And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.