Tua Palavra

|Jó 6:1| Then Job replied:

|Jó 6:2| “If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!

|Jó 6:3| It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas- no wonder my words have been impetuous.

|Jó 6:4| The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshaled against me.

|Jó 6:5| Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder?

|Jó 6:6| Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow ⁸?

|Jó 6:7| I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.

|Jó 6:8| “Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,

|Jó 6:9| that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life!

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|Jó 6:10| Then I would still have this consolation- my joy in unrelenting pain- that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.