I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. (NIV)
[These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]! (AMP)
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat. (KJV)
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. (NIV)
[These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]! (AMP)
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat. (KJV)
1 Then Job replied: 2 "If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!" 3 It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas – no wonder my words have been impetuous. 4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me. 5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder? 6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow? 7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. 8 "Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for," 9 That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life! 10 Then I would still have this consolation – my joy in unrelenting pain – that I had not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 "What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?" 12 Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze? 13 Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me? 14 "Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty." 15 But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow (NIV)