Job 6
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Then Job answered and said:
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
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 are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath 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 white of an egg?
Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
7 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose 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.
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
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.
What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
28 But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
