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Job: Chapter 6

Job shows that his complaints are not causeless, 1-7. He wishes for death, wherein he is assured of comfort, 8-13. He reproves his friends of unkindness, 14-30.

1 But Job answered and said,

2 "Oh that my grief were thoroughly 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 of which drinks up my spirit. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

6 Can that which is unsavory 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 food.

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 I should yet have comfort—I would even harden myself in sorrow, which does 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 my end that I should prolong my life?

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

13 Is my help not in me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?

14 To him who is afflicted, pity should be shown from his friend, but he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15 My brothers 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 in which the snow is hid.

17 In the time when they become 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 there and were ashamed.

21 For now you are nothing. You see my casting down and are afraid.

22 Did I say, 'Bring to me,' or, 'Give a reward for me from 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 in what I have erred.

25 How forcible right words are! But what does your arguing reprove?

26 Do you think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

27 You even overwhelm the fatherless and you dig a pit for your friend.

28 Now therefore, be content, look upon me, for it is evident to you if I lie.

29 Return, I pray you, do not let it be iniquity. Yes, return again, for my righteousness is in it.

30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? Can my taste not discern perverse things?"