Job Chapter 6
Job was like, 'So here’s what I gotta say,'
But Job answered and said,
For real, I wish my suffering could be measured out, like, my battles laid out straight up!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! {laid: Heb. lifted up}
Honestly, it’s way heavier than all the grains of sand on the shore; my words just get swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. {my words...: that is, I want words to express my grief}
The arrows from the Big Guy are deep in me, and it’s draining my vibe like poison; God’s terrors are coming for me, no cap.
For the arrows of the Almighty {are} within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Do wild donkeys bray when there’s food around? Or do oxen low when they see their chow?
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder? {when he...: Heb. at grass?}
Can you chow down on something bland without season? Is there any taste in plain egg whites?
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there {any} taste in the white of an egg?
The stuff my soul won't vibe with feels like a sad meal.
The things {that} my soul refused to touch {are} as my sorrowful meat.
Man, if I could just make a request; if God would just hook me up with what I truly crave!
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant {me} the thing that I long for! {the thing...: Heb. my expectation}
Even if it meant God was ready to end me; just let it go down, cut me off!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Then I’d find some peace; I’d toughen up in my grief: don’t hold back, 'cause I haven’t hidden anything from the Holy One.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
What’s my strength? Like, why even have hope? And what’s the goal for my life, fr?
What {is} my strength, that I should hope? and what {is} mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my strength like a rock? Or am I made of metal, no cap?
{Is} my strength the strength of stones? or {is} my flesh of brass? {of brass: Heb. brasen?}
Don’t I have any support inside me? Is wisdom just ghosting me?
{Is} not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
When someone’s down, real friends gotta show love, but he’s out here ghosting the Big Guy.
To him that is afflicted pity {should be shewed} from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. {is afflicted: Heb. melteth}
My crew is acting sus, like a stream that just dries up.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, {and} as the stream of brooks they pass away;
They’re dark and cold, hiding out like snow, you feel me?
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, {and} wherein the snow is hid:
When it gets warm, they just vanish; when it’s hot, they’re outta there.
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place. {vanish: Heb. are cut off} {when...: Heb. in the heat thereof} {consumed: Heb. extinguished}
Their paths are all messed up; they disappear and just fade away.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
The squad from Tema was peeping, and the crew from Sheba was waiting.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
They were shook 'cause they had hope; they showed up and got embarrassed.
They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
Y’all are treating me like I’m nothing; you see me getting wrecked and it’s giving off scared vibes.
For now ye are nothing; ye see {my} casting down, and are afraid. {ye are...: or, ye are like to them: Heb. to it} {nothing: Heb. not}
Did I say, 'Bring it to me?' or, 'Hook me up with some of your goods?'
Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
Or, 'Save me from the enemies?' or, 'Rescue me from the strong ones?'
Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
Teach me, and I’ll keep it real; help me out with where I messed up.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
The right words hit different, but what’s your argument really proving?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
You think you can just throw out words and the desperate guy’s chat is just hot air?
Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, {which are} as wind?
Yeah, you’re coming for the fatherless, digging a ditch for your homie.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig {a pit} for your friend. {ye overwhelm: Heb. ye cause to fall upon}
So just be real, look at me; it’s obvious if I’m lying or not.
Now therefore be content, look upon me; for {it is} evident unto you if I lie. {evident...: Heb. before your face}
Come back, please don’t make it about bad vibes; for real, come back, my truth is in there.
Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness {is} in it. {in it: that is, in this matter}
Is there something wrong in my words? Can’t my gut tell when things are sus?
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things? {my taste: Heb. my palate}