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!
O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words 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; Their poison drinketh up my spirit; The terrors of God 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 in the midst of 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 unsavory be eaten without salt? 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.
That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
That it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
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.
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.
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 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 brass?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
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.
As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out 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, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
Convince me, and I will hold my peace; 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 powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; 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,
Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?
