Then Job spoke again:
and my troubles be put on the scales,
That is why I spoke impulsively.
Their poison infects my spirit.
God’s terrors are lined up against me.
Don’t wild donkeys bray when they find no grass,
and oxen bellow when they have no food?
Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg?*
I gag at the thought of eating it!
that God would grant my desire.
I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.
Despite the pain,
I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
I have nothing to live for.
Is my body made of bronze?
without any chance of success.
but you accuse me without any fear of the Almighty.*
that overflows its banks in the spring
The brook vanishes in the heat.
but there is nothing to drink, so they die.
the travelers from Sheba hope to find it.
When they arrive, their hopes are dashed.
You have seen my calamity, and you are afraid.
Have I begged for anything of yours for myself?
or to save me from ruthless people?
Show me what I have done wrong.
but what do your criticisms amount to?
when you disregard my cry of desperation?
27 You would even send an orphan into slavery*
or sell a friend.
Would I lie to your face?
for I have done no wrong.
Don’t I know the difference between right and wrong?
6:6 Or the tasteless juice of the mallow plant?
6:14 Or friend, / or he might lose his fear of the Almighty.
6:27 Hebrew even gamble over an orphan.