Job 6

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