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“If only my grief could be weighed;
    or my calamity piled together on a balance scale!
It would weigh more than the sand on the seashore![a]
    Here’s why I’ve talked so rashly:

“The arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
    my spirit absorbs[b] their poison;[c]
        God’s terrors have been arranged just for me!

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Footnotes

  1. Job 6:3 Lit. sea
  2. Job 6:4 Lit. drinks
  3. Job 6:4 Lit. heat