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Job responded:
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Oh, that my grief were actually weighed, all of it were lifted up in scales;
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for now it's heavier than the sands of the sea; therefore, my words are rash.a4
The Almighty's arrows are in me; my spirit drinks their poison, and God's terrors are arrayed against me.
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Does a donkey bray over grass or an ox bellow over its fodder?
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Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or does egg whiteb have taste?
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I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.
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