Job Replies: My Complaint Is Just

1Then Job replied:

2“If only my grief could be weighed

and placed with my calamity on the scales.

3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—

no wonder my words have been rash.

4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;

my spirit drinks in their poison;

the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass,

or an ox low over its fodder?

6Is tasteless food eaten without salt,

or is there flavor in the white of an egga?

7My soul refuses to touch them;

they are loathsome food to me.

8If only my request were granted

and God would fulfill my hope:

9that God would be willing to crush me,

to unleash His hand and cut me off!

10It still brings me comfort,

and joy through unrelenting pain,

that I have not denied

the words of the Holy One.

11What strength do I have, that I should still hope?

What is my future, that I should be patient?

12Is my strength like that of stone,

or my flesh made of bronze?

13Is there any help within me

now that success is driven from me?

14A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend,

even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15But my brothers are as faithless as wadis,

as seasonal streams that overflow,

16darkened because of the ice

and the inflow of melting snow,

17but ceasing in the dry season

and vanishing from their channels in the heat.

18Caravans turn aside from their routes;

they go into the wasteland and perish.

19The caravans of Tema look for water;

the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.

20They are confounded because they had hoped;

their arrival brings disappointment.

21For now you are of no help;

you see terror, and you are afraid.

22Have I ever said, ‘Give me something;

offer me a bribe from your wealth;

23deliver me from the hand of the enemy;

redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?

24Teach me, and I will be silent.

Help me understand how I have erred.

25How painful are honest words!

But what does your argument prove?

26Do you intend to correct my words,

and treat as wind my cry of despair?

27You would even cast lots for an orphan

and barter away your friend.

28But now, please look at me.

Would I lie to your face?

29Reconsider; do not be unjust.

Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake.

30Is there iniquity on my tongue?

Can my mouth not discern malice?