6 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?