Job 6:2-18
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 6
2'Oh if only my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my disaster! 3For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; For that reason my words have been rash. 4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks their poison; The terrors of God line up against me. 5Does the wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his feed? 6Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the juice of an alkanet plant? 7My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me. 8'Oh, that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my hope! 9 Oh, that God would decide to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off! 10But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should endure? 12Is my strength the strength of stones, Or is my flesh bronze? 13Is it that my help is not within me, And that a good outcome is driven away from me? 14'For the despairing man there should be kindness from his friend; So that he does not abandon the fear of the Almighty. 15My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi, Like the torrents of wadis which drain away, 16Which are darkened because of ice, And into which the snow melts. 17When they dry up, they vanish; When it is hot, they disappear from their place. 18The paths of their course wind along, They go up into wasteland and perish.King James Version
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 me.
5Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
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 for!
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 6
2If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on the scales. 3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash. 4Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks their poison. God’s terrors are arrayed against me. 5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox low over its fodder? 6Is bland food eaten without salt? Is there flavor in an egg white?
7I refuse to touch them; they are like contaminated food.
8If only my request would be granted and God would provide what I hope for:
9that he would decide to crush me, to unleash his power and cut me off!
10It would still bring me comfort, and I would leap for joy in unrelenting pain that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What strength do I have, that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
12Is my strength that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
13Since I cannot help myself, the hope for success has been banished from me.
14A despairing man should receive loyalty from his friends, even if he abandons the fear of the Almighty.
15My brothers are as treacherous as a wadi, as seasonal streams that overflow
16and become darkened because of ice, and the snow melts into them.
17The wadis evaporate in warm weather; they disappear from their channels in hot weather.
18Caravans turn away from their routes, go up into the desert, and perish.
New Living Translation
Chapter 6
2'If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales, 3they would outweigh all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke impulsively. 4For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God’s terrors are lined up against me. 5Don’t I have a right to complain? Don’t wild donkeys bray when they find no grass, and oxen bellow when they have no food? 6Don’t people complain about unsalted food? Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg? 7My appetite disappears when I look at it; I gag at the thought of eating it!
8'Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant my desire.
9I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.
10At least I can take comfort in this: Despite the pain, I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11But I don’t have the strength to endure. I have nothing to live for.
12Do I have the strength of a stone? Is my body made of bronze?
13No, I am utterly helpless, without any chance of success.
14'One should be kind to a fainting friend, but you accuse me without any fear of the Almighty.
15My brothers, you have proved as unreliable as a seasonal brook that overflows its banks in the spring
16when it is swollen with ice and melting snow.
17But when the hot weather arrives, the water disappears. The brook vanishes in the heat.
18The caravans turn aside to be refreshed, but there is nothing to drink, so they die.
English Standard Version
Chapter 6
2"Oh that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! 3For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash. 4For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. 5Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder? 6Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt, or is there any taste in the juice of the mallow? 7My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me. 8"Oh that I might have my request, and that God would fulfill my hope, 9that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off! 10This would be my comfort; I would even exult in pain unsparing, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient? 12Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze? 13Have I any help in me, when resource is driven from me? 14"He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty. 15My brothers are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as torrential streams that pass away, 16which are dark with ice, and where the snow hides itself. 17When they melt, they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place. 18The caravans turn aside from their course; they go up into the waste and perish.New International Version
Chapter 6
2"If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! 3It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous. 4The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshaled against me. 5Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder? 6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow ?
7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
8"Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,
9that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10Then I would still have this consolation— my joy in unrelenting pain— that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.
11"What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?
12Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?
13Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?
14"Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow
16when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,
17but that stop flowing in the dry season, and in the heat vanish from their channels.
18Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go off into the wasteland and perish.
New King James Version
