The Book of Job, Chapter 5, Verse 26

So the poor hath hope, and iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

Behold, happy [is] the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.

In famine he shall redeem thee from death: and in war from the power of the sword.

Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue: neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh: neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field: and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

And thou shalt know that thy tabernacle [shall be] in peace; and thou shalt visit thy habitation, and shalt not sin.

Thou shalt know also that thy seed [shall be] great, and thine offspring as the grass of the earth.

King James Version

Thou shalt come to [thy] grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.

American Standard Version

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

New English Translation

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.

World English Bible

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.

Lo this, we have searched it, so it [is]; hear it, and know thou [it] for thy good.

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 against me.

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

Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg?

The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.

Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!

Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!