Job 6
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Then Job replied:
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash.
4 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.
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?
7 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
10 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.
It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,
17 By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth;
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred.
25 How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.
28 But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
But now, please look at me. Would I lie to your face?
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Reconsider; do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?
