Job 6

1 Then Job answered and said,

2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

6 Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7 My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

8 Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

10 And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

11 What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

13 Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?

14 To him that is ready to faint kindness should be showed from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;

16 Which are black by reason of the ice, And wherein the snow hideth itself:

17 What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

18 The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.

19 The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.

20 They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded.

21 For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

22 Did I say, Give unto me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?

23 Or, Deliver me from the adversary’s hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?

24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?

26 Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?

27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.

28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face.

29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.

30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?

JOB 6

Job's Reply to Eliphaz

It's Impossible

1 Job said:

2 It's impossible to weigh
my misery and grief!

3 They outweigh the sand
along the beach,
and that's why I have spoken
without thinking first.

4 The fearsome arrows
of God All-Powerful
have filled my soul
with their poison.

5 Do oxen and wild donkeys
cry out in distress
unless they are hungry?

6 What is food without salt?
What is more tasteless
than the white of an egg?t

7 That's how my food tastes,
and my appetite is gone.
*

8 How I wish that God
would answer my prayer

9 and do away with me.

10 Then I would be comforted,
knowing that in all of my pain
I have never disobeyed God.

11 Why should I patiently hope
when my strength is gone?

12 I am not strong as stone
or bronze,

13 and I have finally reached
the end of my rope.

My Friends, //I Am Desperate

14 My friends, I am desperate,
and you should help me,
even if I no longer respect
God All-Powerful.t
*

15 But you are treacherous

16 like streams that swell
with melting snow,

17 then suddenly disappear
in the summer heat.

18 I am like a caravan,
lost in the desert
while searching for water.

19 Caravans from Tema and Shebat

20 thought they would find water.
But they were disappointed,

21 just as I am with you.t
Only one look at my suffering,
and you run away scared.

What Have I Done Wrong?

22 Have I ever asked any of you
to give me a gift

23 or to purchase my freedom
from brutal enemies?

24 What have I done wrong?
Show me,
and I will keep quiet.

25 The truth is always painful,
but your arguments
prove nothing.

26 Here I am desperate,
and you consider my words
as worthless as wind.

27 Why, you would sell an orphan
or your own neighbor!

28 Look me straight in the eye;
I won't lie to you.

29 Stop accusing me falsely;
my reputation is at stake.

30 I know right from wrong,
and I am not telling lies.