Job 6
1 And Job answered and said,
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
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, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
9 And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free 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.
So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, —That I had not concealed 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 strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
14 For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
21 So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
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 the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
28 Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
