6:1 Then Job responded:
6:2 “Oh if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
6:3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
6:5 “Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?
6:6 Can food that is tasteless be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
6:7 I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.
6:8 “Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!
6:9 And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
6:10 Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless fear, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
6:11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
6:12 Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh of bronze?
6:13 Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
6:14 “To the one in despair, kindness should come from his friend even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
6:15 My brothers have been as treacherous as a seasonal stream, and as the riverbeds of the intermittent streams that flow away.