Job 6:16

Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:

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But Job answered and said,

Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?