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Moff JOB Chapter 6

JOB 6 ©

6Eyob answered:

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“‘Passion?’ Compare my passion of despair

with the full weight of my calamity!--

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’tis heavier than the sands of the sea.

That makes my words so wild.

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The Almighty has buried his arrows deep in me,

their poison stings my soul;

the terrors of God trouble me,

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2 my soul refuses to rest.

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Does a wild ass bray when he has grass?

Does an ox low at his fodder?

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Can one eat insipid food and saltless?

Has the white of an egg any flavour?

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Would that I had my desire!

Would that God granted my longing!

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Would that God were pleased to crush me,

to let his hand snap off my thread of life!

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That would be some comfort to me;

yes, I would exult in its unsparing pain.

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What strength have I to hold out?

What is before me, that I should be patient?

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Is my strength equal to the strength of stones,

is my flesh made of bronze?

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No, there is no help, none;

all saving aid has gone from me.

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Friends should be kind to a despairing man,

or he will give up faith in the Almighty;

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but my friends disappoint me 15 like a stream,

like mountain brooks that overflow their banks,

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swollen and dark with ice,

with melting snow,

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but vanishing when they are scorched,

and disappearing in the sum­mer’s glow;

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caravans turn to them, then turn away,

take to the desert and then perish;

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caravans from Tema look to them for water,

traders from Arabia are in hopes,

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but their hopes are disappointed,

they arrive and they are disconcerted;

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as I am over you--

you and your fears about my terrible fate!

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Did I ask you for a present,

or to pay bribes on my account,

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to rescue me from enemies,

to ransom me from bandits?

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(Ransom? you fall upon a blameless man,

you would make capital out of a friend!)

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Show me where I have gone wrong;

teach me—then I’ll hold my tongue.

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Honest reproof, how sweet it is!

But when you argue, what do you reprove?

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Words? is it words you mean to censure,

the whirling words of a man desperate?

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Come, look me in the face;

I swear I will not he to you.

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Do me no longer an injustice;

give over, no guilt has been proved against me.

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Am I too blunted to be sure of that?

Is there no sense of wrong left within me?

JOB 6 ©

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