{I refused} to touch [them]; they [are] like {food that will make me ill}.

that God would decide that he would crush me, [that] he would let loose his hand and {kill me}.

"{O that} my request may come, and [that] God may grant my hope,

"Loyal love [should come] for the afflicted [from] his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of Shaddai.

{Indeed}, my help is not in me, and [any] success is driven from me.

The caravans of Tema looked; the traveling merchants of Sheba hope for them.

But it will still be my consolation, and I would recoil in {unrelenting} pain, for I have not denied [the] words of [the] Holy One.

What [is] my strength, that I should wait? And what [is] my end, that {I should hold out}?

Or [is] my strength [like] the strength of stones? Or [is] my flesh bronze?

My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed; like a streambed of wadis they flow away,

Can tasteless [food] be eaten without salt, or is there taste in the white of a marshmallow plant?

for the arrows of Shaddai [are] in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Then Job answered and said,

Teach me, and I myself will be silent; and make me understand how I have gone astray.

which are growing dark because of ice upon them, it will pile up snow.

"For now you have become {such}; you see terrors, and you fear.

Is it because I have said, 'Give to me,' or, 'Offer a bribe for me from your wealth'?

Does [the] wild ass bray over grass, or [the] ox bellow over its fodder?

In time they dry up, they disappear; when it [is] hot, they vanish from their place.

"If only my vexation could be well weighed, and my calamity could be lifted up together [with it] in [the] balances,

for then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words have been rash,

The paths of their way wind [around]; they go up into the wasteland, and they perish.

Even over [the] orphan you would cast the lot, and you would bargain over your friend.

How painful are {upright words}! But what does {your reproof} reprove?

They are disappointed, because they trusted; they came {here} and they are confounded.

or, 'Save me from the foe's hand,' or, 'Ransom me from the tyrants' hand'?

Do you intend to reprove [my] words and [consider the] words of a desperate [man] as wind?

Is there injustice on my tongue? Or can my palate not discern calamity?

"{Therefore} be prepared, turn to me, and I surely will not lie to your face.

Please turn, let no injustice happen; indeed, turn, {my righteousness is still intact}.