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|Job 6:2|
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
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3
|Job 6:3|
For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
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|Job 6:4|
For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
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|Job 6:5|
Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
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|Job 6:6|
Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
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|Job 6:7|
My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
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|Job 6:8|
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
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|Job 6:9|
That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
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|Job 6:10|
And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
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|Job 6:11|
What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
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