Job 6:7-11
Job 6:7
“My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.
Job 6:8
“Oh, that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my hope!
Job 6:9
“Oh, that God would decide to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off!
Job 6:10
“But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Job 6:11
“What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should endure?