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6:1  Then Job spoke again:
6:2  "If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales,
6:3  they would outweigh all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke impulsively.
6:4  For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God's terrors are lined up against me.
6:5  Don't I have a right to complain? Don't wild donkeys bray when they find no grass, and oxen bellow when they have no food?
6:6  Don't people complain about unsalted food? Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg?
6:7  My appetite disappears when I look at it; I gag at the thought of eating it!
6:8  "Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant my desire.
6:9  I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.
6:10  At least I can take comfort in this: Despite the pain, I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
6:11  But I don't have the strength to endure. I have nothing to live for.
6:12  Do I have the strength of a stone? Is my body made of bronze?
6:13  No, I am utterly helpless, without any chance of success.
6:14  "One should be kind to a fainting friend, but you accuse me without any fear of the Almighty.
6:15  My brothers, you have proved as unreliable as a seasonal brook that overflows its banks in the spring
6:16  when it is swollen with ice and melting snow.
6:17  But when the hot weather arrives, the water disappears. The brook vanishes in the heat.
6:18  The caravans turn aside to be refreshed, but there is nothing to drink, so they die.
6:19  The caravans from Tema search for this water; the travelers from Sheba hope to find it.
6:20  They count on it but are disappointed. When they arrive, their hopes are dashed.
6:21  You, too, have given no help. You have seen my calamity, and you are afraid.
6:22  But why? Have I ever asked you for a gift? Have I begged for anything of yours for myself?
6:23  Have I asked you to rescue me from my enemies, or to save me from ruthless people?
6:24  Teach me, and I will keep quiet. Show me what I have done wrong.
6:25  Honest words can be painful, but what do your criticisms amount to?
6:26  Do you think your words are convincing when you disregard my cry of desperation?
6:27  You would even send an orphan into slavery or sell a friend.
6:28  Look at me! Would I lie to your face?
6:29  Stop assuming my guilt, for I have done no wrong.
6:30  Do you think I am lying? Don't I know the difference between right and wrong?