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OEB JOB Chapter 6

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6 Then Job answered and said:

2 O could my vexation be carefully weighed,

And my misery set in the balance against it!

3 For it is more heavy than sand of the sea,

And therefore it is that my words are wild.

4 For the arrows of God Almighty are in me,

My spirit drinketh their fiery poison.

The terrors of God are arrayed against me,

7a My soul refuseth to be at rest.

5 Doth the wild ass bray as he nibbles the grass,

And over their fodder do oxen low?

6 Can a man eat that which is tasteless and saltless?

Is there any taste in the slime of the yolk?

8 O that I might have my request,

That God would grant me the thing that I long for!

9 O that God would consent to crush me,

To let His hand loose and cut me off!

10 So should I still have this for my comfort–

Leaping for joy amid torture unsparing–

That I had not concealed the words of the Holy One.

11 What is my strength, that I should endure?

Or what is mine end, that I should be patient?

12 Is my strength the strength of stones?

Or was I created with flesh of brass?

13 Behold! I have no help in myself,

And the power to achieve is driven from me.

14 To one who is fainting a friend should be kind,

Even though he forsaketh the fear of Almighty

15 But my brethen have dealt like a treacherous torrent,

Like channels that overflow their banks,

16 Which are turbid because of the ice

And the snow that hides within them;

17 But, when they are scorched, they vanish:

In the heat they are quenched from their place.

18 The caravans bend their course thither,

Go up through the waste, and perish.

19 The caravans of Tema looked out for them,

The companies of Sheba kept hoping:

20 But their confidence brought them to shame;

When they came to the place, they blushed.

21 Such now have ye proved unto me:

When ye look on the terror, ye shudder.

22 Did I ask you to give me a present,

Or make me a gift of your substance,

23 To rescue me from the foe,

Or from hand of the tyrant to free me?

24 Teach me, and I will be silent;

Show me wherein I have erred.

25 How sweet are words that are true!

But when you reprove, what is reproved?

26 Is it words that ye mean to reprove?

But for winds are the words of despair.

27 Would ye throw yourselves on the innocent,

Or make an assault on your friend?

28 Now look upon me, I pray you:

I would surely not lie in your face.

29 O turn back – let there be no injustice:

Turn back, for the right is still mine.

30 Is my tongue altogether perverted?

Have I lost the sense of wrong?

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