But Job answered and said,
2O that my grief were throughly
weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3For now it would
be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4For 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
5Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his
6Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there
any taste in the white of an egg?
7The things that my
soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8Oh that I might
have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let
loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Then 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.
11What is my strength, that I should
hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from
14To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his
friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15My brethren have
dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass
16Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the
snow is hid:
17What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they
are consumed out of their place.
18The paths of their way are turned
aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19The troops of Tema looked, the
companies of Sheba waited for them.
20They were confounded because they
had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
21For now ye are no
thing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
22Did I say, Bring
unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
23Or, Deliver me
from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have
25How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing
26Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that
is desperate, which are as wind?
27Yea, ye overwhelm the
fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
28Now therefore be
content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
29Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my
righteousness is in it.
30Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot
my taste discern perverse things?