Job 6:1-10

New International Version - UK

² ‘If only my anguish could be weighed
    and all my misery be placed on the scales!
³ It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas –
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.
⁴ The arrows of the Almighty are in me,
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
    God’s terrors are marshalled against me.
⁵ Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass,
    or an ox bellow when it has fodder?
⁶ Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
    or is there flavour in the sap of the mallow^[a]?
⁷ I refuse to touch it;
    such food makes me ill.

⁸ ‘Oh, that I might have my request,
    that God would grant what I hope for,
⁹ that God would be willing to crush me,
    to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
¹⁰ Then I would still have this consolation –
    my joy in unrelenting pain –
    that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.