The Lantern

Job6

Job Replies: My Complaint Is Just

And Job answered and said:

Oh that my vexation were surely weighed, and my calamity lifted in the balances together!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words have been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are with me; my spirit drinks their poison. The terrors of God array themselves against me.

Does the wild donkey bray over grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Can what is tasteless be eaten without salt? Is there taste in the slime of the purslane?

My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickness in my bread.

Oh that my request might come, and that God would give my hope —

that God would be willing and crush me, that he would loose his hand and cut me off!

And this would still be my comfort — and I would leap in pain unsparing — that I have not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.

What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh bronze?

Is my help not in me? And is sound wisdom driven from me?

To one who despairs, loyal love is due from his friend — even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

My brothers have dealt treacherously like a wadi, like the channel of wadis that pass away —

which are dark with ice, in which the snow hides itself;

in the time they are scorched, they vanish; in its heat they are extinguished from their place.

The paths of their way wind about; they go up into the waste and perish.

The caravans of Tema looked; the travelers of Sheba hoped for them.

They were ashamed because they had trusted; they came there and were disappointed.

For now you have become nothing; you see terror, and you are afraid.

Did I say, “Give to me”? Or, “From your strength offer a bribe for me”?

Or, “Deliver me from the hand of the adversary”? Or, “Ransom me from the hand of the ruthless”?

Teach me, and I will keep silent; and make me understand where I have gone astray.

How painful are upright sayings! But what does your reproving reprove?

Do you think to reprove words, when the sayings of one in despair are for the wind?

You would even cast lots over an orphan, and bargain over your friend.

And now, be willing — turn to me; and to your faces, would I lie?

Turn back, please; let there be no injustice. Turn back again — my righteousness is in it.

Is there injustice on my tongue? Or can my palate not discern calamities?