1 Resposta de Job:
2 Oh, se a minha tristeza e a minha mágoa se pudessem pesar!
3 São mais pesadas do que a areia de milhares de praias. Por isso falei inconsideradamente.
4 Porque o Senhor me abateu com as suas flechas; as suas setas envenenadas penetraram fundo no meu coração. Todos os terrores vindos de Deus se levantaram sobre mim.
5 Quando os jumentos monteses zurram,é porque se lhes acabou a erva verde; o boi não se põe a mugir de fome se está junto do pasto;
6 uma pessoa em geral queixa-se,mas é se lhe faltar o tempero na comida. Terá algum gosto a clara do ovo crua- perco mesmo o apetite só de a ver; fico doente ao pensar que teria de a engolir!
8 Oh, se Deus me concedesse aquilo por que mais anseio- morrer debaixo da sua mãoe ficar livre do seu aperto, que me magoa.
10 Uma coisa, pelo menos, me dá consolação, apesar do sofrimento todo - é que não neguei as palavras do Deus Santo.
11 Porque é que, afinal, a minha própria resistência me mantém em vida? Como posso eu ter paciência para ficar à espera de morrer?
12 Sou eu insensível como uma pedra? É meu corpo de ferro?
13 Estou completamente desamparado, perdi toda a esperança.
14 Normalmente é-se amável para com um amigo enfraquecido; mas vocês acusam-me, sem o menor temor de Deus.
21 Assim acontece comigo - estou desiludido: vocês afastam-se de mim com terror e recusam-me ajuda.
24 Tudo o que pretendo é uma resposta adequada,e então ficarei sossegado. Digam-me o que eu fiz de errado?
26 Serão vocês capazes de me condenar,só porque tive um grito impulsivo de desespero?
27 Isso seria bater num órfão desamparado, ou vender um amigo.
28 Olhem para mim: Mentir-vos-ia eu?
29 Párem de me considerar culpado, porque sou uma pessoa recta. Não sejam tão injustos!
30 Não conheço eu bem a diferença entre o bem e o mal? Não saberia eu aceitar, se tivesse realmente pecado nalguma coisa?
1 Then responded Job, and said:
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruininto the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
4 For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
10 So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare,That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
12 Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
17 By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
25 How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
28 But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?