Job 6

1Job answered and said,

2If only my grief were weighed, and my ruin and disaster borne together in the balances!

3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, so my words have been swallowed up.

4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their venom drinks up my spirit, and the terrors of God array against me.

5Does a wild donkey bray over grass, or does an ox low over its fodder?

6Can anything insipid be eaten without salt? Or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

7My soul abhors touching them; they are like nauseating food to me.

8Who will let my request come, and God grant my hope!

9that God would be willing to crush me, let loose his hand, and cut me off.

10It would still be my consolation, and I would harden myself in pain—let him not pity—for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

11What strength is mine that I should hope? What end awaits me that I should lengthen my soul?

12Is the strength of stones my strength? Is my flesh brass?

13Is my help not in me? Has success been driven from me?

14To the afflicted, kindness is due from his friend, yet he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15My brothers have acted treacherously like a brook, like the channel of brooks that pass away.

16Blackened by the ice, on which the snow hides itself.

17When they grow warm, they dry up; in the heat, they die out from their place.

18The paths of their way diverge, ascend into the void, and perish.

19The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.

20They were put to shame because they had trusted; they came to it, and were confounded.

21For now you are nothing; you see terror and are afraid.

22Did I say, “Bring to me,” or “Bribe for me from your wealth”?

23Rescue me from the hand of the foe, or redeem me from the hand of the tyrants.

24Instruct me, and I will be silent; make me understand wherein I have gone astray.

25How weighty are upright words! What does your rebuke rebuke?

26Do you mean to correct words, reckoning the desperate one's speeches as wind?

27Yes, you cast down the orphan and dig a pit for your friend.

28Now therefore be pleased to look me in the face; if I lie.

29Return now; may there be no injustice. Return, return again: my righteousness stands.

30Is there injustice in my tongue, or does my palate not discern calamities?