6 And Job proceeded to answer and say:
And that at the same time my adversity they would put on scales themselves!
3 For now it is heavier even than the sands of the seas.
That is why my own words have been wild talk.+
The venom of which my spirit is drinking;+
6 Will tasteless things be eaten without salt,
Or is there any taste in the slimy juice of marshmallow?
7 My soul has refused to touch [anything].
They are like disease in my food.
10 Even it would still be my comfort;
And I should leap [for joy]+ at [my] labor pains,
And what is my end, that I should keep prolonging my soul?*
12 Is my power the power of stones?
Or is my flesh of copper?
13 Is it that self-assistance is not in me,
And effectual working itself has been chased away from me?
He will also leave off even the fear of the Almighty.+
Like the channel of winter torrents that keep passing away.
16 They are dark from ice,
Upon them snow hides itself.
When it grows hot they are dried up from their place.+
18 The paths of their way are turned aside;
They go up into the empty place and perish.
20 They certainly are ashamed because they had trusted;
They have come clear to the place and they get disappointed.+
22 Is it because I have said, ‘GIVE me [something],
Or from some of the power of YOU men make a present in my behalf;
And out of the hand of tyrants YOU men should redeem me’?+
And what mistake I have committed make me understand.+
26 Is it to reprove words that YOU men scheme,
30 Is there unrighteousness on my tongue,
Or does my own palate not discern adversity?