Young's Literal Translation
Job Replies: My Complaint is Just
1And Job answereth and saith: —
2O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
4For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
5Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
6Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
7My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain — He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
11What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
15My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
16That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
17By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
18Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
19Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.
20They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
21Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
22Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
23And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
24Shew me, and I — I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
25How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
26For reproof — do you reckon words? And for wind — sayings of the desperate.
27Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
28And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
29Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again — my righteousness [is] in it.
30Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?