Oh that my grief were well weighed, and my miseries were laid together in the [a]balance!

For it would be now heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are [b]swallowed up.

For the arrows of the Almighty are in me, the venom whereof doth drink up my spirit, and the terrors of God [c]fight against me.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 6:2 To know whether I complain without just cause.
  2. Job 6:3 My grief is so great that I lack words to express it.
  3. Job 6:4 Which declareth that he was not only afflicted in body, but wounded in conscience, which is the greatest battle that the faithful can have.

“If only my anguish could be weighed
    and all my misery be placed on the scales!(A)
It would surely outweigh the sand(B) of the seas—
    no wonder my words have been impetuous.(C)
The arrows(D) of the Almighty(E) are in me,(F)
    my spirit drinks(G) in their poison;(H)
    God’s terrors(I) are marshaled against me.(J)

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