Job 6
Job’s Friends Are No Help
1Then Job answered,
And laid in the balances together with my calamity!
Therefore my words have been rash.
Their poison my spirit drinks;
The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Or does the ox low over his fodder?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
They are like loathsome food to me.
And that God would grant my longing!
That He would loose His hand and cut me off!
And I rejoice in unsparing pain,
That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And what is my end, that I should endure?
Or is my flesh bronze?
And that deliverance is driven from me?
So that he does not forsake the fear of the Almighty.
Like the torrents of wadis which vanish,
And into which the snow melts.
When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
They go up into nothing and perish.
The travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
They came there and were confounded.
You see a terror and are afraid.
Or, ‘Offer a bribe for me from your wealth,’
Or, ‘Redeem me from the hand of the tyrants’?
And show me how I have erred.
But what does your argument prove?
When the words of one in despair belong to the wind?
And barter over your friend.
And see if I lie to your face.
Even desist, my righteousness is yet in it.
Cannot my palate discern calamities?