6:2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
6:3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
6:5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6:6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg?
6:7 The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
6:8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
6:9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
6:10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
6:11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?