Job Capítulo 6

6 : 1 Then Job answered and said,

6 : 2 O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!

6 : 3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.

6 : 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

6 : 5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?

6 : 6 Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

6 : 7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.

6 : 8 O that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

6 : 9 Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

6 : 10 And be it still my consolation, yea, let me exult (in pain that does not spare), that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

6 : 11 What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?

6 : 12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

6 : 13 Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?

6 : 14 To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be from his friend, even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

6 : 15 My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away,

6 : 16 which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.

6 : 17 What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

6 : 18 The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside. They go up into the waste, and perish.

6 : 19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.

6 : 20 They were put to shame because they had hoped. They came there, and were confounded.

6 : 21 For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

6 : 22 Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?

6 : 23 Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?

6 : 24 Teach me, and I will be quiet. And cause me to understand how I have erred.

6 : 25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?

6 : 26 Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?

6 : 27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.

6 : 28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me, for truly I shall not lie to your face.

6 : 29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice. Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.

6 : 30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?