nsb - Job:6

nsb@Job:6:1 @ JOB ANSWERED:

nsb@Job:6:2 @ »If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!

nsb@Job:6:3 @ »It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas, no wonder my words have been impetuous.

nsb@Job:6:4 @ »The Almightys arrows are in me. My spirit drinks in their poison. Gods terrors set themselves against me.

nsb@Job:6:5 @ »Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder?

nsb@Job:6:6 @ »Is tasteless food eaten without salt? Is there flavor in the white root of the marshmallow plant?

nsb@Job:6:7 @ »I refuse to touch it! This repugnant food makes me ill.

nsb@Job:6:8 @ »Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant what I long for.

nsb@Job:6:9 @ »Oh that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut me off!

nsb@Job:6:10 @ »Then I would still have this consolation, my joy in unrelenting pain, that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.

nsb@Job:6:11 @ »What strength do I have, that I should wait and hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?

nsb@Job:6:12 @ »Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh made of bronze?

nsb@Job:6:13 @ »Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?

nsb@Job:6:14 @ »A despairing man should have the devotion of his friends, even though he forsakes his reverence for the Almighty.

nsb@Job:6:15 @ »But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow

nsb@Job:6:16 @ when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,

nsb@Job:6:17 @ but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat vanishes from their channels.

nsb@Job:6:18 @ »Caravans turn aside from their routes. They go into the wasteland and perish.

nsb@Job:6:19 @ »The caravans of Tema look for water. The traveling merchants of Sheba hope and wait in vain.

nsb@Job:6:20 @ »They are distressed! They were once confident. They arrive there, only to be disappointed.

nsb@Job:6:21 @ »Now you too have proved to be of no help. You see something dreadful and are afraid.

nsb@Job:6:22 @ »Have I ever said: Give something on my behalf; pay a ransom for me from your wealth,

nsb@Job:6:23 @ deliver me from the hand of the enemy, ransom me from the clutches of the ruthless?

nsb@Job:6:24 @ »Teach me, and I will be quiet. Show me where I have been wrong.

nsb@Job:6:25 @ »Honest words are so painful! But what do your arguments prove?

nsb@Job:6:26 @ »Do you mean to correct what I say? Do you treat the words of a despairing man as wind?

nsb@Job:6:27 @ »You would even cast lots for the fatherless and barter away your friend.

nsb@Job:6:28 @ »But now be so kind as to look at me. Would I lie to your face?

nsb@Job:6:29 @ »Relent and do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my integrity is at stake.

nsb@Job:6:30 @ »Is there any wickedness on my lips? Can my mouth not discern destructive malice?«