Job 6 – Studienbibel

1 And Job answered and said,

2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!

3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinks up my spirit: the terrors of †God are arrayed against me.

5 Does the wild ass bray by the grass? lows an ox over his fodder?

6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7 What my soul refuses to touch, that is as my loathsome food.

8 Oh that I might have my request, and that †God would grant my desire!

9 And that it would please †God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!

10 Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spares not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should have patience?

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

13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?

14 For him that is fainting kindness is meet from his friend; or he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,

16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself:

17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affects them, they vanish from their place:

18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.

19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:

20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come to there, and are confounded.

21 So now you are nothing; you see a terrible object and are afraid.

22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?

23 Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?

24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand in what I have erred.

25 How forcible are right words! but what does your upbraiding reprove?

26 Do you imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.

27 Yes, you overwhelm the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.

28 Now therefore if you will, look upon me; and it will be to your face if I lie.

29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yes, return again, my righteousness will be in it.

30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?