8 O that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! [1]
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass? [2]
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 To him that is afflicted pity should be shown from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. [3]
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and in which the snow is hid:
17 In the time when they become warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place. [4] [5] [6]
18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 They were confounded because they had hoped; they came there, and were ashamed.
21 For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid. [7] [8]
22 Did I say, Bring to me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand how I have erred.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend. [9]
28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident to you if I lie. [10]
29 Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it. [11]
30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things? [12]
CHAP.7.
1 Job excuseth his desire of death. 12 He complaineth of his own restlessness, 17 and God's watchfulness.
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? [13]
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work: [14]
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day. [15]
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
- ↑ the thing...: Heb. my expectation
- ↑ of brass: Heb. brasen?
- ↑ is afflicted: Heb. melteth
- ↑ vanish: Heb. are cut off
- ↑ when...: Heb. in the heat thereof
- ↑ consumed: Heb. extinguished
- ↑ ye are...: or, ye are like to them: Heb. to it
- ↑ nothing: Heb. not
- ↑ ye overwhelm: Heb. ye cause to fall upon
- ↑ evident...: Heb. before your face
- ↑ in it: that is, in this matter
- ↑ my taste: Heb. my palate
- ↑ an appointed...: or, a warfare
- ↑ earnestly...: Heb. gapeth after
- ↑ the night...: Heb. the evening be measured?
