Job Justifies His Complaint

Job 6:1-7

Bvt Iob answered, and said,

Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.

For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.

For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.

Doeth the wilde asse bray when he hath grasse? or loweth the oxe when he hath fodder?

That which is vnsauerie, shall it be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egge?

Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.