6:1 And Job answered and said,
6:2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
6:3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.
6:5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
6:6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
6:7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
6:8 Oh that I might have my request, and that +God would grant my desire!
6:9 And that it would please +God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
6:10 Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
6:11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
6:12 Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
6:13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
6:14 For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
6:15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
6:16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
6:17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
6:18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
6:19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
6:20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
6:21 So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
6:22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
6:23 Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
6:24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
6:25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
6:26 Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
6:27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
6:28 Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
6:29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
6:30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?