Job 6 ©
Job sheweth that his complaints are not causeless: he wisheth for death, wherein he is assured of comfort: he reproveth his friends of unkindness.
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Oh that I might have gmy request; and that God would grant me 4the thing that I long for!
Then should iI yet have comfort; yea, 5I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I jhave not concealed the words of kthe Holy One.
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
What time they wax warm, 8they vanish: 9when it is hot, they are 10consumed out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.