Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
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.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which is unsavory 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 white of an egg?
7 The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful food.
My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
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.
11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] my end, that I should prolong my life?
What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
12 [Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
14 To him that is afflicted pity [should be shown] from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;
Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, [and] in which the snow is hid:
Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
17 In the time when they become warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
20 They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
21 For now ye are nothing: ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid.
For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
22 Did I say, Bring to me? or Give a reward for me of your substance?
Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand in what I have erred.
Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?
To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
27 Yes, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig [a pit] for your friend.
Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for [it is] evident to you if I lie.
But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
29 Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yes, return again, my righteousness [is] in it.
Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
