Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
Then Job answered and said:
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words rash.
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.
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; Their poison drinketh up my spirit; The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Doth the wild ass bray in the midst of grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
9 Even 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 destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Yet it should still be my consolation, Yea, in unsparing anguish I would exult, That I have not denied the commands of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what mine 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 brass?
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out of your substance?
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
Convince me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
How powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; Ye dig a pit for your friend.
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?
