Old Testament · BSB
Job 6
Berean Standard Bible · 30 verses
- Then Job replied:
- “If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.
- For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.
- For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
- Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?
- Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?
- My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.
- If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:
- that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
- It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
- What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
- Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
- Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?
- A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
- But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,
- darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,
- but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat.
- Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.
- The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.
- They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment.
- For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid.
- Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth;
- deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?
- Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred.
- How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?
- Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair?
- You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.
- But now, please look at me. Would I lie to your face?
- Reconsider; do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake.
- Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?