✧1Then Job replied: Copy✧2“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales. Copy✧3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash. Copy✧4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. Copy✧5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder? Copy✧6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg ? Copy✧7My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me. Copy✧8If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope: Copy✧9that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off! Copy