rotherham@Job:6:2 @ Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruininto the balances, they would lift up all at once!
rotherham@Job:6:3 @ For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
rotherham@Job:6:4 @ 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.
rotherham@Job:6:5 @ Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
rotherham@Job:6:6 @ Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
rotherham@Job:6:7 @ My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
rotherham@Job:6:8 @ Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
rotherham@Job:6:9 @ That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
rotherham@Job:6:10 @ So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.
rotherham@Job:6:11 @ What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
rotherham@Job:6:13 @ Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
rotherham@Job:6:14 @ The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
rotherham@Job:6:15 @ Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
rotherham@Job:6:16 @ Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
rotherham@Job:6:17 @ By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
rotherham@Job:6:18 @ Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
rotherham@Job:6:19 @ The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
rotherham@Job:6:20 @ They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
rotherham@Job:6:22 @ Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
rotherham@Job:6:23 @ And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
rotherham@Job:6:24 @ Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
rotherham@Job:6:25 @ How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
rotherham@Job:6:26 @ To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
rotherham@Job:6:27 @ Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
rotherham@Job:6:28 @ But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
rotherham@Job:6:29 @ Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
rotherham@Job:6:30 @ Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?