And Job answereth and saith: --
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my
calamity in balances They would lift up together!
For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore
my words have been rash.
For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is
drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!
Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his
Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in
the drivel of dreams?
My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and
cut me off!
And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth
not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
What is my power that I should hope? And what mine
end That I should prolong my life?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
To a despiser of his friends is shame, And the fear
of the Mighty he forsaketh.
My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks
they pass away.
That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide
By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its
being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into
emptiness, and are lost.
Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba
hoped for them.
They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto
it and are confounded.
Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and
Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe
And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the
hand of terrible ones ransom me?
Shew me, and I -- I keep silent, And what I have erred, let
How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth
reproof from you reprove?
For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings
of the desperate.
Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to
And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn
back again -- my righteousness is in it.
Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate