Job 6:1-30 GW

[1] Then Job replied to his friends, [2] "If only my grief could be weighed, if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it, [3] then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas. I spoke carelessly [4] because the arrows of the Almighty have found their target in me, and my spirit is drinking their poison. God's terrors line up in battle against me. [5] "Does a wild donkey bray when it's eating grass, or does an ox make a sound over its hay? [6] Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there any flavor in the white of an egg? [7] I refuse to touch such things. They are disgusting to me. [8] "How I wish that my prayer would be answered- that God would give me what I'm hoping for, [9] that God would finally be willing to crush me, that he would reach out to cut me off. [10] Then I would still have comfort. I would be happy despite my endless pain, because I have not rejected the words of the Holy One. [11] What strength do I have left that I can go on hoping? What goal do I have that I would want to prolong my life? [12] Do I have the strength of rocks? Does my body have the strength of bronze? [13] Am I not completely helpless? Haven't my skills been taken away from me? [14] "A friend should treat a troubled person kindly, even if he abandons the fear of the Almighty. [15] My brothers have been as deceptive as seasonal rivers, like the seasonal riverbeds that flood. [16] They are dark with ice. They are hidden by snow. [17] They vanish during a scorching summer. In the heat their riverbeds dry up. [18] They change their course. They go into a wasteland and disappear. [19] Caravans from Tema look for them. Travelers from Sheba search for them. [20] They are ashamed because they relied on the streams. Arriving there, they are disappointed. [21] "So you are as unreliable to me as they are. You see something terrifying, and you are afraid. [22] Did I ever say, 'Give me a gift,' or 'Offer me a bribe from your wealth,' [23] or 'Rescue me from an enemy,' or 'Ransom me from a tyrant'? [24] Teach me, and I'll be silent. Show me where I've been wrong. [25] How painful an honest discussion can be! In correcting me, you correct yourselves! [26] Do you think my words need correction? Do you think they're what a desperate person says to the wind? [27] Would you also throw dice for an orphan? Would you buy and sell your friend? [28] "But now, if you're willing, look at me. I won't lie to your face. [29] Please change your mind. Don't permit any injustice. Change your mind because I am still right about this! [30] Is there injustice on my tongue, or is my mouth unable to tell the difference between right and wrong?