1Then Job replied:
2“If only my grief could be weighed
3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—
4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass,
6Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
7My soul refuses to touch them;
8If only my request were granted
9that God would be willing to crush me,
10It still brings me comfort,
11What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
12Is my strength like that of stone,
13Is there any help within me
14A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend,
15But my brothers are as faithless as wadis,
16darkened because of the ice
17but ceasing in the dry season
18Caravans turn aside from their routes;
19The caravans of Tema look for water;
20They are confounded because they had hoped;
21For now you are of no help;
22Have I ever said, ‘Give me something;
23deliver me from the hand of the enemy;
24Teach me, and I will be silent.
25How painful are honest words!
26Do you intend to correct my words,
27You would even cast lots for an orphan
28But now, please look at me.
29Reconsider; do not be unjust.
30Is there iniquity on my tongue?