Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
And Job answered and said,
2 O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
4 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.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray in the midst of grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
8 O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
9 That it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10 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.
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what mine end, that I should be patient?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
13 Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
14 To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
17 As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
18 The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
20 They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
21 So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
22 Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out of your substance?
Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
24 Convince me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 How powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
26 Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
27 Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; Ye dig a pit for your friend.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
28 Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
29 Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
30 Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?
Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
