Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Then Job answered and said,
2 Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 What then? will the wild ass bray for nothing, if he is not seeking food? or again, will the ox low at the manger, when he has a fodder?
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?
6 Shall bread be eaten without salt? or again, is there taste in empty words?
Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 For my wrath cannot cease; for I perceive my food as the smell of a lion [to be] loathsome.
My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
8 For oh that he would grant [my desire], and my petition might come, and the Lord would grant my hope!
O that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Let the Lord begin and wound me, but let him not utterly destroy me.
Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Let the grave be my city, upon the walls of which I have leaped: I will not shrink from it; for I have not denied the holy words of my God.
And be it still my consolation, yea, let me exult (in pain that does not spare), that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 For what is my strength, that I continue? what is my time, that my soul endures?
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Or have I not trusted in him? but help is [far] from me.
Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 Mercy has rejected me; and the visitation of the Lord has disregarded me.
To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be from his friend, even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 My nearest relations have not regarded me; they have passed me by like a failing brook, or like a wave.
My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away,
16 They who used to reverence me, now have come against me like snow or congealed ice.
which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
17 When it has melted at the approach of heat, it is not known what it was.
What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Thus I also have been deserted of all; and I am ruined, and become an outcast.
The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside. They go up into the waste, and perish.
19 Behold the ways of the Thaemanites, ye that mark the paths of the Sabaeans.
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 They too that trust in cities and riches shall come to shame.
They were put to shame because they had hoped. They came there, and were confounded.
21 But ye also have come to me without pity; so that beholding my wound ye are afraid.
For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
22 What? have I made any demand of you? or do I ask for strength from you,
Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?
23 to deliver me from enemies, or to rescue me from the hand of the mighty ones?
Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
24 Teach ye me, and I will be silent: if in anything I have erred, tell me.
Teach me, and I will be quiet. And cause me to understand how I have erred.
25 But as it seems, the words of a true man are vain, because I do not ask strength of you.
How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?
26 Neither will your reproof cause me to cease my words, for neither will I endure the sound of your speech.
Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?
27 Even because ye attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.
Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.
28 But now, having looked upon your countenances, I will not lie.
Now therefore be pleased to look upon me, for truly I shall not lie to your face.
29 Sit down now, and let there not be unrighteousness; and unite again with the just.
Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice. Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
30 For there is no injustice in my tongue; and does not my throat meditate understanding?
Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
