Oh That My Vexation Were Weighed — Job 6:5–13
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
My soul refuseth to touch them;
They are as loathsome food to me.
They are as loathsome food to me.
JOB
Oh that I might have my request;
And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to crush me;
That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
And be it still my consolation,
Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not,
That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not,
That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
JOB
What is my strength, that I should wait?
And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stones?
Or is my flesh of brass?
Or is my flesh of brass?
Is it not that I have no help in me,
And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
JOB