Job 6
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
But 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 grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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 sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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 drinketh up my spirit: 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 is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there [any] taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
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 destroy 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 harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed 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 hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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] not my help in me? and is wisdom 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 afflicted pity [should be shewed] from his friend; but he 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, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, [and] wherein the snow is hid:
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 are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
The troops 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 confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
For now ye are nothing; ye see [my] casting down, 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, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward 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 enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
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 tongue: 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 right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye 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 content, look upon me; for [it is] evident unto you if I lie.
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness [is] in it.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
