Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
Then
Job replied
:
And
Job answereth
and
saith
: --
“If
only
my grief
could
be
weighed and placed
with
my calamity on
the
scales.
O
that
my provocation
were
thoroughly
weighed ,
And my calamity in
balances
They
would
lift
up
together!
For then
it
would
outweigh
the sand
of the seas—
no
wonder
my words have been rash.
For now,
than
the sands
of the sea
it
is
heavier,
Therefore
my words have been rash.
For the
arrows of the Almighty
have
pierced
me ;
my spirit drinks
in
their
poison;
the
terrors of God are
arrayed
against
me .
For arrows of the Mighty
`are'
with
me ,
Whose
poison
is
drinking
up
my spirit .
Terrors of God array
themselves
`for'
me !
Does
a wild donkey
bray
over fresh
grass ,
or
an ox low
over its
fodder
?
Brayeth
a wild ass
over tender
grass ?
Loweth
an ox over his
provender
?
Is
tasteless
food
eaten without salt ,
or
is there flavor
in the white
of an
egg
?
Eaten is
an
insipid
thing
without salt ?
Is there sense
in the drivel
of dreams
?
My soul refuses
to touch them;
they are loathsome
food to
me
.
My soul is
refusing
to touch !
They `
are '
as
my
sickening
food.
If
only
my request were
granted
and
God would
fulfill
my hope :
O
that
my request may
come,
That
God may
grant
my hope !
that God would be
willing
to
crush
me, to
unleash
His hand and cut me off!
That God would please
--
and
bruise
me, Loose
His hand and cut me off!
It still
brings
me
comfort, and joy
through
unrelenting
pain, that I have not denied
the words
of the Holy One.
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.
What strength
do
I
have,
that I should still
hope? What is
my
future,
that I should be
patient
?
What `is'
my
power
that I should hope? And
what mine
end
That I should prolong
my
life
?
Is my strength like
that
of stone,
or
my flesh made
of
bronze
?
Is my strength the
strength
of stones?
Is
my flesh brazen
?
Is there
any
help within
me now
that
success
is
driven from me?
Is not
my
help with
me ,
And
substance
driven from me?
A despairing
man
should
have
the
kindness
of his friend
, even
if
he
forsakes
the fear of the Almighty
.
To
a despiser
of his friends
`is'
shame
, And
the fear of the Mighty
he
forsaketh
.
But
my brothers
are
as
faithless
as wadis
, as seasonal
streams
that
overflow,
My brethren
have
deceived
as a
brook
, As a
stream
of
brooks
they
pass
away.
darkened
because of the
ice and
the
inflow
of
melting
snow
,
That
are
black
because of ice, By
them
doth
snow
hide
itself.
but
ceasing
in
the dry
season
and
vanishing
from their channels
in
the
heat
.
By
the time
they
are
warm
they
have
been
cut
off,
By
its
being
hot
they
have
been
Extinguished
from their place
.
Caravans
turn aside from
their routes;
they go
into the
wasteland
and perish
.
Turn aside do
the
paths
of
their way,
They ascend
into emptiness,
and are
lost
.
The
caravans
of Tema look
for
water;
the
travelers
of Sheba hope
to
find
it
.
Passengers
of Tema looked
expectingly,
Travellers
of Sheba hoped
for
them
.
They are confounded because
they
had
hoped;
their
arrival
brings
disappointment
.
They were
ashamed
that
one
hath
trusted,
They
have
come
unto
it
and
are confounded.
For
now you
are
of
no
help;
you
see terror
, and you
are afraid.
Surely
now ye
have
become
the
same!
Ye
see a
downfall
, and are afraid.
Have
I ever
said, ‘
Give me
something;
offer
me a
bribe
from
your wealth;
Is
it
because
I said, Give to
me ?
And,
By
your power
bribe
for
me?
deliver me from the hand of the
enemy;
redeem
me
from the grasp
of the
ruthless’
?
And,
Deliver me from the hand of an
adversary?
And,
From the hand
of terrible
ones
ransom
me
?
Teach
me, and I will
be
silent .
Help
me
understand
how
I have erred.
Shew
me, and I --
I
keep
silent ,
And
what
I have erred ,
let
me
understand
.
How painful
are
honest
words!
But
what does
your
argument
prove
?
How powerful
have
been
upright
sayings,
And
what doth
reproof
from
you
reprove
?
Do you intend
to
correct
my
words ,
and treat
as
wind my
cry
of despair?
For
reproof
--
do you reckon
words ?
And for
wind --
sayings
of the
desperate.
You
would
even
cast
lots
for
an
orphan
and barter
away
your friend.
Anger
on
the
fatherless
ye
cause
to
fall,
And are
strange
to
your friend.
But
now, please look at
me .
Would
I
lie
to your face?
And,
now, please ,
look upon
me ,
Even
to your face do
I
lie
?
Reconsider;
do
not be unjust.
Reconsider
, for
my righteousness is at
stake
.
Turn
back,
I
pray
you,
let
it
not be perverseness
, Yea,
turn
back
again
--
my righteousness `
is '
in
it
.
Is there iniquity
on
my tongue? Can
my
mouth
not discern
malice
?
Is there in
my tongue perverseness
? Discerneth
not my
palate
desirable
things
?
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