| 6 | Job | Reference | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Then Job answered: | Job. Jb.6.1-7.21 | ||
| "O that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! | |||
| For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash. | |||
| For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. | |||
| Does the wild ass bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder? | |||
| Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt, or is there any taste in the slime of the purslane? | |||
| My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me. | |||
| "O that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire; | |||
| that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off! | |||
| This would be my consolation; I would even exult in pain unsparing; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One. | |||
| What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient? | |||
| Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze? | |||
| In truth I have no help in me, and any resource is driven from me. | |||
| "He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty. | |||
| My brethren are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as freshets that pass away, | |||
| which are dark with ice, and where the snow hides itself. | |||
| In time of heat they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place. | |||
| The caravans turn aside from their course; they go up into the waste, and perish. | |||
| The caravans of Tema look, the travelers of Sheba hope. | |||
| They are disappointed because they were confident; they come thither and are confounded. | |||
| Such you have now become to me; you see my calamity, and are afraid. | |||
| Have I said, 'Make me a gift'? Or, 'From your wealth offer a bribe for me'? | |||
| Or, 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? Or, 'Ransom me from the hand of oppressors'? | |||
| "Teach me, and I will be silent; make me understand how I have erred. | |||
| How forceful are honest words! But what does reproof from you reprove? | |||
| Do you think that you can reprove words, when the speech of a despairing man is wind? | |||
| You would even cast lots over the fatherless, and bargain over your friend. | |||
| "But now, be pleased to look at me; for I will not lie to your face. | |||
| Turn, I pray, let no wrong be done. Turn now, my vindication is at stake. | |||
| Is there any wrong in my tongue? Cannot my taste discern calamity? | |||
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