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Then responded Job, and said: -

Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin - into the balances, they would lift up all at once!

For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.

For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.

Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.