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Job 6
World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible
“Oh that my anguish were weighed,
“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas,
For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me.
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?
Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?
Can that which has no flavour be eaten without salt?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg (note: Or in the sap of the mallow plant)?
“Oh that I might have my request,
If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:
even that it would please God to crush me;
that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
Let it still be my consolation,
It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What is my strength, that I should wait?
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stones?
Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
Isn’t it that I have no help in me,
Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?
“To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend;
A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook,
But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,
which are black by reason of the ice,
darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,
In the dry season, they vanish.
but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat.
The caravans that travel beside them turn away.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema looked.
The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.
They were distressed because they were confident.
They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment.
Did I ever say, ‘Give to me’?
Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth;
or, ‘Deliver me from the adversary’s hand’?
deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?
“Teach me, and I will hold my peace.
Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred.
How forcible are words of uprightness!
How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?
Do you intend to reprove words,
Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair?
Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless,
You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.
Is there injustice on my tongue?
Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?