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