Job
1Then Job replied:
2‘If only my anguish could be weighed
and all my misery be placed on the scales!
3It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas –
no wonder my words have been impetuous.
4The arrows of the Almighty are in me,
my spirit drinks in their poison;
God’s terrors are marshalled against me.
5Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass,
or an ox bellow when it has fodder?
6Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
or is there flavour in the sap of the mallow6:6 The meaning of the Hebrew for this phrase is uncertain.?
7I refuse to touch it;
such food makes me ill.
8‘Oh, that I might have my request,
that God would grant what I hope for,
9that God would be willing to crush me,
to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10Then I would still have this consolation –
my joy in unrelenting pain –
that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.
11‘What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
What prospects, that I should be patient?
12Do I have the strength of stone?
Is my flesh bronze?
13Do I have any power to help myself,
now that success has been driven from me?
14‘Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend
forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams,
as the streams that overflow
16when darkened by thawing ice
and swollen with melting snow,
17but that stop flowing in the dry season,
and in the heat vanish from their channels.
18Caravans turn aside from their routes;
they go off into the wasteland and perish.
19The caravans of Tema look for water,
the travelling merchants of Sheba look in hope.
20They are distressed, because they had been confident;
they arrive there, only to be disappointed.
21Now you too have proved to be of no help;
you see something dreadful and are afraid.
22Have I ever said, “Give something on my behalf,
pay a ransom for me from your wealth,
23deliver me from the hand of the enemy,
rescue me from the clutches of the ruthless”?
24‘Teach me, and I will be quiet;
show me where I have been wrong.
25How painful are honest words!
But what do your arguments prove?
26Do you mean to correct what I say,
and treat my desperate words as wind?
27You would even cast lots for the fatherless
and barter away your friend.
28‘But now be so kind as to look at me.
Would I lie to your face?
29Relent, do not be unjust;
reconsider, for my integrity is at stake.6:29 Or my righteousness still stands
30Is there any wickedness on my lips?
Can my mouth not discern malice?
Job’s Reply
1Job replied,
2“I wish my great pain could be weighed!
I wish all my suffering could be weighed on scales!
3I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore.
No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!
4The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows.
I have to drink their poison.
God’s terrors are aimed at me.
5Does a wild donkey cry out when it has enough grass?
Does an ox call out when it has plenty of food?
6Is food that doesn’t have any taste eaten without salt?
Is there any flavor in the sap of a mallow plant?
7I refuse to touch that kind of food.
It makes me sick.
8“I wish I could have what I’m asking for!
I wish God would give me what I’m hoping for!
9I wish he would crush me!
I wish he would just cut off my life!
10Then I’d still have one thing to comfort me.
It would be that I haven’t said no to the Holy One’s commands.
That would give me joy in spite of my pain that never ends.
11“I’m so weak that I no longer have any hope.
Things have gotten so bad that I can’t wait for help anymore.
12Am I as strong as stone?
Is my body made out of bronze?
13I don’t have the power to help myself.
All hope of success has been taken away from me.
14“A person shouldn’t stop being kind to a friend.
Anyone who does that stops showing respect for the Mighty One.
15But my friends have stopped being kind to me.
They are like streams that only flow for part of the year.
They are like rivers that flow over their banks
16when the ice begins to break up.
The streams rise when the snow starts to melt.
17But they stop flowing when the dry season comes.
They disappear from their stream beds when the weather warms up.
18Groups of traders turn away from their usual paths.
They go off into the dry and empty land.
And they die there.
19Traders from Tema look for water.
Traveling merchants from Sheba also hope to find it.
20They become troubled because they had expected to find some.
But when they arrive at the stream beds,
they don’t find any water at all.
21And now, my friends, you haven’t helped me either.
You see the horrible condition I’m in.
And that makes you afraid.
22I’ve never said, ‘Give me something to help me.
Use your wealth to set me free.
23Save me from the power of my enemy.
Rescue me from the power of mean people.’
24“Teach me. Then I’ll be quiet.
Show me what I’ve done wrong.
25Honest words are so painful!
But your reasoning doesn’t prove anything.
26Are you trying to correct what I’m saying?
Are you treating my hopeless words like nothing but wind?
27You would even cast lots for those whose fathers have died.
You would even trade away your closest friend.
28“But now please look at me.
Would I tell you a lie right here in front of you?
29Stop what you are saying. Don’t be so unfair.
Think it over again.
You are trying to take my honesty away from me.
30Has my mouth spoken anything that is evil?
Do my lips say things that are hateful?”
