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Job 6:1-7:21 — Job's Reply to Eliphaz

Job.6.1-7.21

¹Then Job answered: ²If only my grief could be fully weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! ³For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words have been rash. ⁴For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, whose poison my spirit drinks; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. ⁵Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or does an ox low over its fodder? ⁶Can tasteless food be eaten without salt, or is there any flavor in the white of an egg ? ⁷My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me. ⁸Oh that my request might come to pass, and that God would grant my hope! ⁹That it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off! ¹⁰Then I would still have this consolation—I would exult in unrelenting pain—that I have not denied the words of the Holy One. ¹¹What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient? ¹²Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of bronze? ¹³Is it not that I have no help within me, and that success is driven away from me? ¹⁴To the despairing man, kindness should be shown by his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty. ¹⁵My brothers have been as treacherous as a wadi, like the channel of streams that pass away, ¹⁶which are dark with ice, and in which the snow hides itself. ¹⁷When they become warm, they vanish; when it is hot, they disappear from their place. ¹⁸The caravans turn aside from their course; they go up into the wasteland and perish. ¹⁹The caravans of Tema looked; the travelers of Sheba hoped for them. ²⁰They were ashamed because they had been confident; they came there and were confounded. ²¹For now you have become nothing; you see a terror, and you are afraid. ²²Have I ever said, 'Give to me'? Or, 'Offer a bribe for me from your wealth'? ²³Or, 'Deliver me from the hand of the adversary'? Or, 'Redeem me from the hand of the ruthless'? ²⁴Teach me, and I will be silent; and make me understand how I have erred. ²⁵How painful are honest words! But what does your reproof prove? ²⁶Do you plan to reprove mere words, and account the speeches of a despairing man as wind? ²⁷You would even cast lots over an orphan, and bargain over your friend. ²⁸But now, please look at me; for I would not lie to your face. ²⁹Turn back, please, let there be no injustice; turn back again, my righteousness is still in it. ³⁰Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my palate discern calamity?

Chapter 7

¹Has not man a hard service on earth? And are not his days like the days of a hired hand? ²Like a slave who pants for the shade, and like a hired hand who waits for his wages, ³so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are appointed to me. ⁴When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night is long, and I am full of tossing until dawn. ⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh. ⁶My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to an end without hope. ⁷Remember that my life is but wind; my eye will never again see good. ⁸The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more; your eyes will be upon me, but I shall not be. ⁹As a cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up. ¹⁰He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him anymore. ¹¹Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. ¹²Am I the sea, or a sea monster , that you set a guard over me? ¹³When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,' ¹⁴then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions, ¹⁵so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my bones. ¹⁶I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath. ¹⁷What is man, that you make so much of him, and that you set your heart upon him, ¹⁸that you visit him every morning, and test him every moment? ¹⁹How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow my spittle? ²⁰If I have sinned, what do I do to you, O watcher of mankind? Why have you made me your target, so that I am a burden to myself? ²¹Why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; you will seek me , but I will be no more.

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4/11/2026

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