1. And Job answered and said,
2. Oh that my grief and calamity were justly weighed and laid equally in the balances!
3. For it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore, my words are swallowed up.
4. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks of the poison; and terrors of God combat me.
5. Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? Does the ox low over his fodder?
6. Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7. The things that my soul refused to touch before, now by my sorrow are my food.
8. Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9. Even that it would please God to destroy me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10. Then should my comfort grow; I would hold on to sorrow without mercy; for I have not contradicted the words of the Holy One.