book_id: JOB

book: Job

reference: Job 6:1

text: But Job answered and said,


reference: Job 6:2

text: Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!


reference: Job 6:3

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


reference: Job 6:4

text: 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.


reference: Job 6:5

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


reference: Job 6:6

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


reference: Job 6:7

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


reference: Job 6:8

text: Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!


reference: Job 6:9

text: Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!


text: 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.


text: What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?


text: Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?


text: Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?


text: To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.


text: My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;


text: Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:


text: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.


text: The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.


text: The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.


text: They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.


text: For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.


text: Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?


text: Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?


text: Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.


text: How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?


text: Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?


text: Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.


text: Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.


text: Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.


text: Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?