6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
6:6 Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
6:10 And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
6:14 To him that is ready to faint kindness `should be showed' from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
6:18 The caravans `that travel' by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.