Job 6
1 But
Job answered and
said,
2 Oh
that my
grief were
throughly weighed, and my
calamity laid in the
balances together! 3 For now it would be
heavier than the
sand of the
sea: therefore my
words are swallowed
up.
4 For the
arrows of the
Almighty are
within me, the
poison whereof drinketh
up my
spirit: 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 is
unsavoury 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 meat. 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
destroy me; that he would let
loose his
hand, and cut me
off!
10 Then should I yet have
comfort; yea, I would
harden myself in
sorrow: let him not
spare; for I have not
concealed the
words of the Holy
One. 11 What is my
strength, that I should
hope? and what is mine
end, that I should
prolong my
life? 12 Is my
strength the
strength of
stones? or is my
flesh of
brass? 13 Is not my
help in me? and is
wisdom driven
quite from me?
14 To him that is
afflicted pity should be shewed from his
friend; but he
forsaketh the
fear of the
Almighty. 15 My
brethren have dealt
deceitfully as a
brook, and as the
stream of
brooks they pass
away;
16 Which are
blackish by reason of the
ice, and wherein the
snow is
hid:
17 What
time they wax
warm, they
vanish: when it is
hot, they are consumed
out of their
place. 18 The
paths of their
way are turned
aside; they
go to
nothing, and
perish.
19 The
troops of
Tema looked, the
companies of
Sheba waited for them.
20 They were
confounded because they had
hoped; they
came thither, and were
ashamed.
21 For now ye are nothing; ye
see my casting
down, and are
afraid.
22 Did I
say,
Bring unto me? or, Give a
reward for me of your
substance? 23 Or,
Deliver me from the
enemy's hand? or,
Redeem me from the
hand of the
mighty? 24 Teach me, and I will hold my
tongue: and cause me to
understand wherein I have
erred.
25 How
forcible are
right words! but what doth your
arguing reprove?
26 Do ye
imagine to
reprove words, and the
speeches of one that is
desperate, which are as
wind? 27 Yea, ye
overwhelm the
fatherless, and ye
dig a pit for your
friend. 28 Now therefore be
content,
look upon me; for it is
evident unto you if I
lie.
29 Return, I pray you, let it not be
iniquity; yea, return
again, my
righteousness is in it.
30 Is
there iniquity in my
tongue? cannot my
taste discern perverse
things?