• Job 6:2

    Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laida in the balances together!

  • Job 6:3

    For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my wordsb are swallowed up.

  • Job 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.

  • Job 6:5

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

  • Job 6:6

    Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

  • Job 6:7

    The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

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