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Job 6:2-16

New American Standard Bible

Chapter 6

2 'Oh if only my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my disaster! 3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; For that reason my words have been rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks their poison; The terrors of God line up against me. 5 Does the wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his feed? 6 Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the juice of an alkanet plant? 7 My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me. 8 'Oh, that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my hope! 9 Oh, that God would decide to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off! 10 But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That 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 endure? 12 Is my strength the strength of stones, Or is my flesh bronze? 13 Is it that my help is not within me, And that a good outcome is driven away from me? 14 'For the despairing man there should be kindness from his friend; So that he does not abandon the fear of the Almighty. 15 My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi, Like the torrents of wadis which drain away, 16 Which are darkened because of ice, And into which the snow melts.
King James Version

Chapter 6

2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! 3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me. 5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder? 6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg? 7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! 9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! 10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him 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 mine end, that I should prolong my life? 12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass? 13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. 15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; 16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
Christian Standard Bible

Chapter 6

2 If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on the scales. 3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash. 4 Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks their poison. God's terrors are arrayed against me. 5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox low over its fodder? 6 Is bland food eaten without salt? Is there flavor in an egg white?
7 I refuse to touch them; they are like contaminated food. 8 If only my request would be granted and God would provide what I hope for: 9 that he would decide to crush me, to unleash his power and cut me off!
10 It would still bring me comfort, and I would leap for joy in unrelenting pain that I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 What strength do I have, that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient? 12 Is my strength that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
13 Since I cannot help myself, the hope for success has been banished from me. 14 A despairing man should receive loyalty from his friends, even if he abandons the fear of the Almighty. 15 My brothers are as treacherous as a wadi, as seasonal streams that overflow 16 and become darkened because of ice, and the snow melts into them.
New Living Translation

Chapter 6

2 'If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales, 3 they would outweigh all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke impulsively. 4 For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God's terrors are lined up against me. 5 Don't I have a right to complain? Don't wild donkeys bray when they find no grass, and oxen bellow when they have no food? 6 Don't people complain about unsalted food? Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg? 7 My appetite disappears when I look at it; I gag at the thought of eating it!
8 'Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant my desire. 9 I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me. 10 At least I can take comfort in this: Despite the pain, I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 But I don't have the strength to endure. I have nothing to live for. 12 Do I have the strength of a stone? Is my body made of bronze? 13 No, I am utterly helpless, without any chance of success.
14 'One should be kind to a fainting friend, but you accuse me without any fear of the Almighty. 15 My brothers, you have proved as unreliable as a seasonal brook that overflows its banks in the spring 16 when it is swollen with ice and melting snow.
English Standard Version

Chapter 6

2 “Oh 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 donkey 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 juice of the mallow? 7 My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me. 8 “Oh that I might have my request, and that God would fulfill my hope, 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 comfort; 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 Have I any help in me, when resource is driven from me? 14 “He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty. 15 My brothers are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as torrential streams that pass away, 16 which are dark with ice, and where the snow hides itself.
New International Version

Chapter 6

2 If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! 3 It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas-- no wonder my words have been impetuous. 4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me. 5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder? 6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow?
7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. 8 Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for, 9 that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10 Then I would still have this consolation-- my joy in unrelenting pain-- that I had not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient? 12 Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?
13 Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me? 14 Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty. 15 But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow 16 when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,
La Biblia de las Américas

Chapter 6

2 ¡Oh, si pudiera pesarse mi sufrimiento, y ponerse en la balanza junto con mi calamidad ! 3 Porque pesarían ahora más que la arena de los mares: por eso mis palabras han sido precipitadas. 4 Porque las flechas del Todopoderoso están clavadas en mí, cuyo veneno bebe mi espíritu, y contra mí se juntan los terrores de Dios. 5 ¿Acaso rebuzna el asno montés junto a su hierba, o muge el buey junto a su forraje? 6 ¿Se come sin sal lo insípido, o hay gusto en la clara del huevo ? 7 Mi alma se niega a tocar estas cosas; son para mí alimento repugnante.
8 ¡Quién me diera que mi petición se cumpliera, que Dios me concediera mi anhelo, 9 que Dios consintiera en aplastarme, que soltara su mano y acabara conmigo ! 10 Mas aún es mi consuelo, y me regocijo en el dolor sin tregua, que no he negado las palabras del Santo. 11 ¿Cuál es mi fuerza, para que yo espere, y cuál es mi fin, para que yo resista ? 12 ¿Es mi fuerza la fuerza de las piedras, o es mi carne de bronce? 13 ¿Es que mi ayuda no está dentro de mí, y está alejado de mí todo auxilio ?
14 Para el abatido, debe haber compasión de parte de su amigo; no sea que abandone el temor del Todopoderoso. 15 Mis hermanos han obrado engañosamente como un torrente, como las corrientes de los arroyos que se desvanecen, 16 que a causa del hielo están turbios y en los que la nieve se derrite.
Nueva Biblia de las Américas

Chapter 6

2 “¡Oh, si pudiera pesarse mi sufrimiento, Y ponerse en la balanza junto con mi calamidad! 3 Porque pesarían ahora más que la arena de los mares; Por eso mis palabras han sido precipitadas. 4 Porque las flechas del Todopoderoso (Shaddai) están clavadas en mí, Cuyo veneno bebe mi espíritu; Contra mí se juntan los terrores de Dios. 5 ¿Acaso rebuzna el asno montés junto a su hierba, O muge el buey junto a su forraje? 6 ¿Se come sin sal lo insípido, O hay gusto en la clara del huevo? 7 Mi alma se niega a tocar estas cosas; Son alimento repugnante para mí.
8 ¡Quién me diera que mi petición se cumpliera, Que Dios me concediera mi anhelo, 9 Que Dios consintiera en aplastarme, Que soltara Su mano y acabara conmigo! 10 Pero aún tengo consuelo, Y me regocijo en el dolor sin tregua, Que no he negado las palabras del Santo. 11 ¿Cuál es mi fuerza, para que yo espere, Y cuál es mi fin, para que yo resista? 12 ¿Es mi fuerza la fuerza de las piedras, O es mi carne de bronce? 13 ¿Es que mi ayuda no está dentro de mí, Y está alejado de mí todo auxilio?
14 Para el abatido, debe haber compasión de parte de su amigo; No sea que abandone el temor (la reverencia) del Todopoderoso. 15 Mis hermanos han obrado engañosamente como un torrente, Como las corrientes de los arroyos que se desvanecen, 16 Que a causa del hielo están turbios Y en los que la nieve se derrite.
Nueva Versión Internacional

Chapter 6

2 «¡Cómo quisiera que mi angustia se pesara y se pusiera en la balanza, junto con mi desgracia! 3 ¡De seguro pesarían más que la arena de los mares! ¡Por algo mis palabras son tan impetuosas! 4 Las saetas del Todopoderoso me han herido, y mi espíritu absorbe su veneno. ¡Dios ha enviado sus terrores contra mí! 5 ¿Rebuzna el asno salvaje si tiene hierba? ¿Muge el buey si tiene forraje? 6 ¿Puede comerse sin sal la comida desabrida? ¿Tiene algún sabor la clara de huevo? 7 Mi paladar se niega a probarla; ¡esa comida me enferma!
8 »¡Ah, si Dios me concediera lo que pido! ¡Si Dios me otorgara lo que anhelo! 9 ¡Ah, si Dios se decidiera a destrozarme por completo, a descargar su mano sobre mí, y aniquilarme! 10 Aun así me quedaría este consuelo, esta alegría en medio de mi implacable dolor: ¡el no haber negado las palabras del Dios Santo!
11 »¿Qué fuerzas me quedan para seguir esperando? ¿Qué fin me espera para querer vivir? 12 ¿Tengo acaso la fuerza de la roca? ¿Acaso tengo piel de bronce? 13 ¿Cómo puedo valerme por mí mismo, si me han quitado todos mis recursos?
14 »Aunque uno se aparte del temor al Todopoderoso, el amigo no le niega su lealtad. 15 Pero mis hermanos son arroyos inconstantes; son corrientes desbordadas: 16 se enturbian cuando el hielo se derrite, se ensanchan al derretirse la nieve,
Reina-Valera 1960

Chapter 6

2 ¡Oh, que pesasen justamente mi queja y mi tormento, Y se alzasen igualmente en balanza! 3 Porque pesarían ahora más que la arena del mar; Por eso mis palabras han sido precipitadas. 4 Porque las saetas del Todopoderoso están en mí, Cuyo veneno bebe mi espíritu; Y terrores de Dios me combaten. 5 ¿Acaso gime el asno montés junto a la hierba? ¿Muge el buey junto a su pasto? 6 ¿Se comerá lo desabrido sin sal? ¿Habrá gusto en la clara del huevo? 7 Las cosas que mi alma no quería tocar, Son ahora mi alimento.
8 ¡Quién me diera que viniese mi petición, Y que me otorgase Dios lo que anhelo, 9 Y que agradara a Dios quebrantarme; Que soltara su mano, y acabara conmigo! 10 Sería aún mi consuelo, Si me asaltase con dolor sin dar más tregua, Que yo no he escondido las palabras del Santo. 11 ¿Cuál es mi fuerza para esperar aún? ¿Y cuál mi fin para que tenga aún paciencia? 12 ¿Es mi fuerza la de las piedras, O es mi carne de bronce? 13 ¿No es así que ni aun a mí mismo me puedo valer, Y que todo auxilio me ha faltado? 14 El atribulado es consolado por su compañero; Aun aquel que abandona el temor del Omnipotente. 15 Pero mis hermanos me traicionaron como un torrente; Pasan como corrientes impetuosas 16 Que están escondidas por la helada, Y encubiertas por la nieve;
Biblia del Jubileo

Chapter 6

2 ¡Oh, si pesasen al justo mi queja y mi tormento, y se alzasen igualmente en balanza! 3 Porque mi tormento pesaría más que la arena del mar; y por tanto mis palabras son cortadas. 4 Porque las saetas del Todopoderoso están en mí, cuyo veneno bebe mi espíritu; y terrores de Dios me combaten. 5 ¿Acaso gime el asno montés junto a la hierba? ¿Muge el buey junto a su pasto? 6 ¿Por ventura se comerá lo desabrido sin sal? ¿O habrá gusto en la clara del huevo? 7 Las cosas que mi alma no quería tocar antes, ahora por los dolores son mi comida. 8 ¡Quién me diese que viniese mi petición, y que Dios me diese lo que espero; 9 y que quisiera Dios quebrantarme; y que soltase su mano, y me despedazase! 10 Y en esto crecería aún consolación, si me asase con dolor sin haber misericordia; no que haya contradicho las palabras santas. 11 ¿Cuál es mi fortaleza para esperar aún? ¿Y cuál mi fin para dilatar mi vida? 12 ¿Es mi fortaleza la de las piedras? O mi carne, ¿es de acero? 13 ¿No me ayudo cuanto puedo, y con todo eso el poder me falta del todo? 14 El atribulado es consolado de su compañero; pero se ha abandonado el temor del Omnipotente. 15 Mis hermanos me han mentido como arroyo; se pasaron como las riberas impetuosas, 16 que están escondidas por la helada, y encubiertas con nieve.