Job 6
1 And Job answered and said,
And Job answers and says:
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
“O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
For now it is heavier than the sands of the sea, Therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
Does a wild donkey bray over tender grass? Does an ox low over his provender?
6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Is an insipid thing eaten without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9 And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
That God would please—and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And yet it is my comfort (And I exult in pain—He does not spare), That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
What [is] my power that I should hope? And what [is] my end that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh bronze?
13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
Is my help not with me, And substance driven from me?
14 For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsakes.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
My brothers have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
That are black because of ice, By them snow hides itself.
17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
The paths turn aside of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
They were ashamed that one has trusted, They have come to it and are confounded.
21 So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
Surely now you have become the same! You see a downfall, and are afraid.
22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
23 Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, Ransom me from the hand of terrible ones?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
Show me, and I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
How powerful have been upright sayings, And what reproof from you reproves?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
For reproof—do you reckon words? And for wind—sayings of the desperate?
27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
You cause anger to fall on the fatherless, And are strange to your friend.
28 Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
And now, please, look on me, Even to your face do I lie?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
Please turn back, let it not be perverseness, Indeed, turn back again—my righteousness [is] in it.
30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
Is there perverseness in my tongue? Does my palate not discern calamity?”
