Job 6 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 6

Then Job

replied:

“If only

my grief

could be weighed

and

placed

with

my calamity

on the scales.

For

then

it would outweigh

the sand

of the seas—

no wonder

my words

have been rash.

For

the arrows

of the Almighty

have pierced me;

my spirit

drinks in

their poison;

the terrors

of God

are arrayed against me.

Does a wild donkey

bray

over

fresh grass,

or

an ox

low

over

its fodder?

Is tasteless food

eaten

without

salt,

or

is there

flavor

in the white

of an egg?

My soul

refuses

to touch them;

they are

loathsome

food to me.

If only

my request

were granted

and God

would fulfill

my hope:

that God

would be willing

to crush me,

to unleash

His hand

and cut me off!

It still

brings

me comfort,

and joy

through unrelenting

pain,

that

I have not

denied

the words

of the Holy One.

What

strength do I have,

that

I should still hope?

What

is my future,

that

I

should be patient?

Is my strength

like that

of stone,

or

my flesh

made of bronze?

Is there any

help

within me,

now that success

is driven

from me?

A despairing man

should have the kindness

of his friend,

even if he forsakes

the fear

of the Almighty.

But my brothers

are as faithless

as

a wadi,

as seasonal streams

that overflow,

darkened

because

of the ice

and the inflow

of melting

snow,

but ceasing

in the dry season

and vanishing

from their channels

in the heat.

Caravans

turn aside

from their routes;

they go

into the wasteland

and perish.

The caravans

of Tema

look for water;

the travelers

of Sheba

hope

to find it.

They are confounded

by

their confidence;

their arrival

brings disappointment.

For

now

you are

of no help;

you see

terror,

and you are afraid.

Have I ever

said:

‘Give me something;

offer me a bribe

from your wealth;

‘deliver me

from the hand

of the enemy;

redeem me

from the grasp

of the ruthless’?

Teach me,

and I

will be silent.

Help me understand

how

I have erred.

How

painful

are honest

words!

But what

does your argument

prove?

Do you intend

to correct

my words,

and treat the speech

of a desperate man

as wind?

You would even cast lots

for the fatherless

and negotiate a price

for your friend.

But now,

please

look at me;

would I lie

to

your face?

Reconsider;

do not

be

unjust.

Reconsider,

for my righteousness

is at stake.

Is there

iniquity

on my tongue?

Can

my mouth

not

discern

malice?

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