HiobKapitel 6

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Then Job answered:
If only my anguish could be weighed, and all my ruin laid on the scales together!
It would outweigh the sand of the seas — that is why my words have been rash.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison. God's terrors are arrayed against me.
Does the wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or the ox bellow over its fodder?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt? Is there any flavor in the white of an egg?
I refuse to touch such things; they are like food that makes me sick.
Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I long for —
that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut me off!
Then I would still have this comfort, this joy amid relentless pain: that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my end, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?
Is there any help left in me, now that success has been driven from me?
A despairing man should have the loyalty of his friend, even if that man forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
But my brothers are as treacherous as a wadi, as the streambeds that run dry,
dark with melting ice, swollen with thawing snow,
but ceasing to flow in the dry season, vanishing from their place in the heat.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba hope for it,
but they are put to shame for their confidence; they arrive there only to be disappointed.
Now you have become like that to me: you see something dreadful and are afraid.
Have I ever said, 'Give me something,' or 'Pay a ransom for me out of your wealth,'
or 'Rescue me from the hand of the enemy,' or 'Redeem me from the grip of the ruthless'?
Teach me, and I will be silent; show me where I have gone wrong.
How painful are honest words! But what does your arguing prove?
Do you think you can correct what I say and treat the words of a desperate man as wind?
You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.
But now, be so kind as to look at me. Would I lie to your face?
Relent; let there be no injustice. Reconsider, for my cause is still just.
Is there any wrong on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern what is malicious?