Job 6
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
And Job answered and said,
2 O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
4 For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
6 Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
9 That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10 And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain — He doth not spare, ) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
14 To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
16 That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
17 By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
18 Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
19 Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
20 They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
21 Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
22 Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
23 And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
24 Shew me, and I — I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
26 For reproof — do you reckon words? And for wind — sayings of the desperate.
Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
27 Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
28 And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
29 Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again — my righteousness [is] in it.
Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
30 Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?
Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
