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And Job answered and said:

Oh that my vexation were carefully weighed, and my ruin lifted in the balances together!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; on account of this my words have been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.

Does the wild ass bray over tender grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Are tasteless things eaten without salt? Or is there taste in the slime of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them; they are sickening food to me.

Who will give it that my desire might come, and God would grant my longing;

and God would be willing and crush me; let loose His hand and cut me off?

And it is yet my comfort; and I would exult in pain not spared; for I have not hidden the words of the Holy One.

What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze?

Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven from me?

To the faint, mercy is due from his friend; for he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

My brothers have dealt deceitfully, like the torrent, like the streams of torrents, they pass away;

those darkened from ice, in which the snow hides itself.

At the time they are warmed, they are cut off; when it is hot they dry up.

The paths of their way bend; they go to nothing and are lost.

The troops of Tema looked; the travelers of Sheba hoped for them;

they were ashamed because they had hoped; they came there and were ashamed.

Surely now you have become like it; you see my dismay, and are afraid.

Did I indeed say, Give to me? Or, Offer a bribe for me from your wealth?

Or, Deliver me from a foe's hand? Or, Redeem me from the oppressors hand?

Teach me and I will be silent; and cause me to understand in what I have erred.

Right words are powerful, but what does your arguing argue?

Do you intend to criticize words, and the speeches of one who is caused to despair, that are as wind?

Yea, you cause even an orphan to fall; and you bargain over your friend.

And now, please look on me. For if I lie, it is before your face.

Turn back, I beseech you; let there be no wrong. Yea, return again, for my righteousness is in it.

Is there wrong in my tongue? Cannot my palate discern desirable things?

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And his days like the days of a hireling?

As a servant pants for the shade, and as a hireling looks for his wages,

so I am caused to inherit months of emptiness; and weary nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up? But the night is long, and I am full of tossings, until the twilight of the dawn.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and is loathed.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and are ended without hope.

Remember that my life is a breath; my eyes shall not return to see good.

The eye of him who sees me shall gaze at me no more; Your eyes are on me, and I am not.

As the cloud fades, it goes, so he who goes down to Sheol shall not come up.

He shall return no more to his house; nor shall his place know him any more.

Therefore, I will not hold my mouth; I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that You set a watch over me?

When I say, My bed shall comfort me; my couch shall bear my complaining,

then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions;

so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my bones.

I despise them ; I will not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.

What is man that You should magnify him, and that You should set Your heart on him,

and visit him every morning, trying him every moment?

How long will You not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

I have sinned; what do I do to You, O Watcher of man? Why have You set me as a target for You so that I am a burden on myself?

And why do You not lift up my transgression, and make my iniquity pass away? For now I shall lie down in the dust, and You shall seek me; but I will not be.