Job 6
1 And Job answers and says:
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 “O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 For now it is heavier than the sands of the sea, Therefore my words have been rash.
For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
4 For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] 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 Does a wild donkey bray over tender grass? Does an ox low over his provender?
Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Is an insipid thing eaten without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
9 That God would please—and bruise me, 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 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.
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 power that I should hope? And what [is] my end that I should prolong my life?
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 bronze?
Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
13 Is my help not with me, And substance driven from me?
Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
14 To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsakes.
The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
15 My brothers have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
16 That are black because of ice, By them snow hides itself.
Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
17 By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished 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 The paths turn aside of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
19 Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
20 They were ashamed that one has trusted, They have come to it and are confounded.
They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
21 Surely now you have become the same! You see a downfall, and are afraid.
For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
22 Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
23 And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, Ransom me from the hand of terrible ones?
And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
24 Show me, and I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what reproof from you reproves?
How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
26 For reproof—do you reckon words? And for wind—sayings of the desperate?
To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
27 You cause anger to fall on the fatherless, And are strange to your friend.
Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
28 And now, please, look on me, Even to your face do I lie?
But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
29 Please turn back, let it not be perverseness, Indeed, turn back again—my righteousness [is] in it.
Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
30 Is there perverseness in my tongue? Does my palate not discern calamity?”
Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
