Book - Job - Chapter = 6 --> NLT
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Then Job spoke again:
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"If my sadness could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales,
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they would be heavier than all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke so rashly.
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For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. He has sent his poisoned arrows deep within my spirit. All God's terrors are arrayed against me.
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Don't I have a right to complain? Wild donkeys bray when they find no green grass, and oxen low when they have no food.
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People complain when there is no salt in their food. And how tasteless is the uncooked white of an egg!
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My appetite disappears when I look at it; I gag at the thought of eating it!
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"Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant my hope.
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I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.
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At least I can take comfort in this: Despite the pain, I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
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But I do not have the strength to endure. I do not have a goal that encourages me to carry on.
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Do I have strength as hard as stone? Is my body made of bronze?
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No, I am utterly helpless, without any chance of success.
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"One should be kind to a fainting friend, but you have accused me without the slightest fear of the Almighty.
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My brother, you have proved as unreliable as a seasonal brook that overflows its banks in the spring
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when it is swollen with ice and melting snow.
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But when the hot weather arrives, the water disappears. The brook vanishes in the heat.
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The caravans turn aside to be refreshed, but there is nothing there to drink, and so they perish in the desert.
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With high hopes, the caravans from Tema and from Sheba stop for water,
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but finding none, their hopes are dashed.
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You, too, have proved to be of no help. You have seen my calamity, and you are afraid.
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But why? Have I ever asked you for a gift? Have I begged you to use any of your wealth on my behalf?
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Have I ever asked you to rescue me from my enemies? Have I asked you to save me from ruthless people?
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"All I want is a reasonable answer--then I will keep quiet. Tell me, what have I done wrong?
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Honest words are painful, but what do your criticisms amount to?
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Do you think your words are convincing when you disregard my cry of desperation?
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You would even send an orphan into slavery or sell a friend.
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Look at me! Would I lie to your face?
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Stop assuming my guilt, for I am righteous. Don't be so unjust.
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Do you think I am lying? Don't I know the difference between right and wrong?