Job 6:1-18 ▼

1 Then Job answered and said,

2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: therefore have my words been rash.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as loathsome meat to me.

8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for.

9 Even 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; yea, I would exult in pain that spareth not: for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, at I should be patient?

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

13 Is it not that I have no help in me, and that effectual working is driven quite from me?

14 To him that is ready to faint kindness should be shewed from his friend; even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away;

16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself:

17 What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

18 The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside; they go up into the waste, and perish.