1Bvt Iob answered, and said, 2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! 3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. 4For 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. 5Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder? 6Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg? 7Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate. 8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for! 9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off. 10Then 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. 11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life? 12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse? 13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me? 14He that is in miserie, ought to be comforted of his neighbour: but men haue forsaken the feare of the Almightie. 15My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away; 16Which are blackish with yee, and wherein the snowe is hid. 17But in time they are dryed vp with heate and are consumed: and when it is hote they faile out of their places, 18Or they depart from their way and course, yea, they vanish and perish. 19The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them. 20But they were confounded: when they hoped, they came thither and were ashamed. 21For now ye are nothing; ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid. 22Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance? 23And deliuer me from the enemies hande, or ransome me out of the hand of tyrants? 24Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred. 25How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove? 26Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind? 27Ye make your wrath to fall vpon the fatherlesse, and dig a pit for your friende. 28Now therefore be content, look upon me; for [it is] evident unto you if I lie. 29Turne, I pray you, let there be none iniquitie: returne, I say, and ye shall see yet my righteousnesse in that behalfe. 30Is there iniquitie in my tongue? doeth not my mouth feele sorowes?