If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on a scale.
For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash.
Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks their poison. God's terrors are arrayed against me.
Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox low over its fodder?
Is bland food eaten without salt? Is there flavor in an egg white?
I refuse to touch [them]; they are like contaminated food.
If only my request would be granted and God would provide what I hope for:
that He would decide to crush me, to unleash His power and cut me off!
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.
What strength do I have that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
Is my strength that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
Since I cannot help myself, [the hope for] success has been banished from me.
A despairing man should receive loyalty from his friends, even if he abandons the fear of the Almighty.
My brothers are as treacherous as a wadi, as seasonal streams that overflow
and become darkened because of ice, and the snow melts into them.
The wadis evaporate in warm weather; they disappear from their channels in hot weather.
Caravans turn away from their routes, go up into the desert, and perish.
The caravans of Tema look [for these streams]. The traveling merchants of Sheba hope for them.
They are ashamed because they had been confident [of finding water]. When they arrive there, they are frustrated.
So [this] is what you have now become [to me]. When you see something dreadful, you are afraid.
Have I ever said: Give me [something] or Pay a bribe for me from your wealth
or Deliver me from the enemy's power or Redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless?
Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand what I did wrong.
How painful honest words can be! But what does your rebuke prove?
Do you think that you can disprove [my] words or that a despairing man's words are [mere] wind?
No doubt you would cast [lots] for a fatherless child and negotiate a price to [sell] your friend.
But now, please look at me; would I lie to your face?
Reconsider; don't be unjust. Reconsider; my righteousness is still the issue.
Am I lying, or can I not recognize lies?