1 And Job answered and said:10 And yet [this] would be my comfort, and I would leap for joy in [my] anguish—he does not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? And what [is] my end, that I should prolong my life?12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh [made of] bronze?13 [Is] there no help for me in me, when success has been taken away from me?14 To one despairing from his friends [there should be] kindness, and the fear of Shaddai he forsakes.15 My brothers are treacherous like a wadi, like a channel of wadis they pass away,16 those being darkened from the ice, upon which the snow hides itself.17 In the time of burning [heat] they are cut off; in the heat they are extinguished from their place.18 The caravans turn aside [from] their paths; they go up into the wasteland and perish.19 The caravans of Tema look on; the travelers of Sheba hope for them.2 “If only my grief and my calamity could be weighed thoroughly, lifting [it] up together in the scales!20 They are ashamed that they had trusted; they come unto her and are confounded.21 For now you⁺ are nothing; you⁺ see terror, and you⁺ are afraid.22 Is it that I said, ‘Give to me, or from your⁺ strength offer a bribe on my behalf?23 Or Deliver me from the hand of the enemy, or ransom me from the hand of dreadful ones’?24 teach me, and I will be silent, and give understanding to me of how I have erred.25 How painful are upright words! Yet what does your⁺ argument prove?26 Do you⁺ think to correct my words? And [are] the sayings of one despairing for wind?27 Indeed, over the fatherless you⁺ make it fall, and you⁺ would trade away your⁺ friend.28 And now, may you be willing to turn toward me, or would I lie to your⁺ face?29 Turn, please, let there not be injustice; and turn even now—my righteousness [is] in it.3 For now it is heavy, more than the sand of the sea; [and] upon thus my words have been rash.30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Can my palate not discern malice?4 For the arrows of Shaddai [are] within me, whose poison my spirit is drinking [in]; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.5 Does the wild donkey bray over [its] grass? Or the ox bellow over its fodder?6 Is the unsavory eaten without salt? Or is there flavor in the white of an egg?7 My soul refuses to touch [them]; they [are] are like disease in my food.8 Who shall grant [that] my request would come? That God may grant my hope!9 [If] God were willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!