Job 6:1-30 BSB

[1] Then Job replied: [2] “If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales. [3] For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas —no wonder my words have been rash. [4] For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. [5] Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder? [6] Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg? [7] My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me. [8] If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope: [9] that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off! [10] It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One. [11] What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient? [12] Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze? [13] Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me? [14] A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty. [15] But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow, [16] darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow, [17] but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat. [18] Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish. [19] The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it. [20] They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment. [21] For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid. [22] Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth; [23] deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’ ? [24] Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred. [25] How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove? [26] Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair? [27] You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend. [28] But now, please look at me. Would I lie to your face? [29] Reconsider; do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake. [30] Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?[’’]