Job 6
Young's Literal Translation
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.