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No, misery does not grow out of the soil, nor sorrow spring from the ground. (Job 5, 6)
Hope springs afresh for the weak, and wickedness must shut its mouth. (Job 5, 16)
If only my misery could be weighed, and all my ills be put together on the scales! (Job 6, 2)
But they outweigh the sands of the seas: what wonder then if my words are wild? (Job 6, 3)
Is not food insipid, eaten without salt, is there any taste in egg-white? (Job 6, 6)
But the very things my appetite revolts at are now my diet in sickness. (Job 6, 7)
But have I the strength to go on waiting? And why be patient, when doomed to such an end? (Job 6, 11)
but, come the burning summer, they run dry, they vanish in the heat of the sun. (Job 6, 17)
Put me right, and I shall say no more; show me where I have been at fault. (Job 6, 24)
Fair comment can be borne without resentment, but what are your strictures aimed at? (Job 6, 25)
Like a slave, sighing for the shade, or a hireling with no thought but for his wages, (Job 7, 2)
I have months of futility assigned to me, nights of suffering to be my lot. (Job 7, 3)