1 Then Job answered:
2 "O that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild ass bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt, or is there any taste in the slime of the purslane?
7 My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.
8 "O that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire;
9 that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10 This would be my consolation; I would even exult in pain unsparing; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze?
13 In truth I have no help in me, and any resource is driven from me.
14 "He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brethren are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as freshets that pass away,
16 which are dark with ice, and where the snow hides itself.
17 In time of heat they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
18 The caravans turn aside from their course; they go up into the waste, and perish.
19 The caravans of Tema look, the travelers of Sheba hope.
20 They are disappointed because they were confident; they come thither and are confounded.
21 Such you have now become to me; you see my calamity, and are afraid.
22 Have I said, `Make me a gift'? Or, `From your wealth offer a bribe for me'?
23 Or, `y's hand'? Or, `ppressors'?
24 "Teach me, and I will be silent; make me understand how I have erred.
25 How forceful are honest words! But what does reproof from you reprove?
26 Do you think that you can reprove words, when the speech of a despairing man is wind?
27 You would even cast lots over the fatherless, and bargain over your friend.
28 "But now, be pleased to look at me; for I will not lie to your face.
29 Turn, I pray, let no wrong be done. Turn now, my vindication is at stake.
30 Is there any wrong on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern calamity?