Add parallel Print Page Options

Job Replies: My Complaint Is Just

But Job answered:

“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed,
    and my calamity laid with it on the scales!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;
    therefore my words are stuck in my throat.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
    the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?
    Or the ox bellow over his fodder?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt?
    Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
My soul refuses to touch them;
    they are like loathsome food to me.

Read full chapter