Job 6
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Job 6
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| And Job made answer and said, | Then Job answered and said, |
| If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble! | Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances! |
| For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled. | For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash. |
| For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me. | 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. |
| Does the ass of the fields give out his voice when he has grass? or does the ox make sounds over his food? | Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder? |
| Will a man take food which has no taste without salt? or is there any taste in the soft substance of purslain? | Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg? |
| My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food. | My soul refuseth to touch [them]; They are as loathsome food to me. |
| If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire! | Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for! |
| If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off! | Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! |
| So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One. | 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. |
| Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to? | What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient? |
| Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass? | Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass? |
| I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me. | Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me? |
| He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all. | To him that is ready to faint kindness [should be showed] from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. |
| My friends have been false like a stream, like streams in the valleys which come to an end: | My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away; |
| Which are dark because of the ice, and the snow falling into them; | Which are black by reason of the ice, [And] wherein the snow hideth itself: |
| Under the burning sun they are cut off, and come to nothing because of the heat. | What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place. |
| The camel-trains go out of their way; they go up into the waste and come to destruction. | The caravans [that travel] by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish. |
| The camel-trains of Tema were searching with care, the bands of Sheba were waiting for them: | The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them. |
| They were put to shame because of their hope; they came and their hope was gone. | They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded. |
| So have you now become to me; you see my sad condition and are in fear. | For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid. |
| Did I say, Give me something? or, Make a payment for me out of your wealth? | Did I say, Give unto me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance? |
| Or, Get me out of the power of my hater? or, Give money so that I may be free from the power of the cruel ones? | Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors? |
| Give me teaching and I will be quiet; and make me see my error. | Teach me, and I will hold my peace; And cause me to understand wherein I have erred. |
| How pleasing are upright words! but what force is there in your arguments? | How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove? |
| My words may seem wrong to you, but the words of him who has no hope are for the wind. | Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind? |
| Truly, you are such as would give up the child of a dead man to his creditors, and would make a profit out of your friend. | Yea, ye would cast [lots] upon the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend. |
| Now then, let your eyes be turned to me, for truly I will not say what is false to your face. | Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face. |
| Let your minds be changed, and do not have an evil opinion of me; yes, be changed, for my righteousness is still in me. | Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous. |
| Is there evil in my tongue? is not the cause of my trouble clear to me? | Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things? |
