Job 6
Dios Habla Hoy
Job
6 Si todas mis penas y desgracias
pudieran pesarse en una balanza,
3 pesarían más que la arena del mar.
Por eso he hablado con pasión.
4 El Todopoderoso ha clavado en mí sus flechas,
y el veneno de ellas me corre por el cuerpo.
Dios me ha llenado de terror con sus ataques.
5 ¿Acaso rebuzna el asno, si tiene hierba?
¿O brama el toro, si tiene pasto?
6 ¿Quién come sin sal una cosa desabrida?
¿Qué gusto tiene una cosa sin sabor?
7 Pues lo que jamás quise comer
es ahora mi alimento.
8 ¡Ojalá Dios me conceda lo que le pido;
ojalá me cumpla lo que deseo!
9 ¡Ojalá Dios se decida por fin
a aplastarme y acabar con mi vida!
10 A pesar de la violencia del dolor,
eso sería un gran consuelo para mí,
pues siempre he respetado las leyes del Dios santo.
11 Ya no me quedan fuerzas para resistir,
ni razón alguna para seguir viviendo.
12 No tengo la dureza de la roca,
ni la consistencia del bronce.
13 No puedo valerme por mí mismo,
ni cuento con ningún apoyo.
14 Al amigo que sufre se le ama,
aun cuando no haya sido fiel al Todopoderoso.
15 Pero ustedes, mis amigos, me han fallado,
como arroyos que se quedan secos.
16 El agua baja turbia,
revuelta con el hielo y la nieve;
17 pero pasa el deshielo y se secan los arroyos,
viene el calor y se acaba el agua.
18 Hacen que las caravanas se desvíen de su camino,
y que avancen por el desierto y mueran.
19 Las caravanas de Temá y de Sabá
buscan llenas de esperanza esos arroyos,
20 pero al llegar se ven decepcionadas,
queda frustrada su esperanza.
21 Así son ustedes para mí:
ven mi horrible situación, y sienten miedo.
22 Pero yo no les he pedido nada,
ni que den dinero por salvarme,
23 ni que me libren de un enemigo,
ni que me rescaten de las manos de los bandidos.
24 Denme lecciones, y guardaré silencio:
muéstrenme el error que he cometido.
25 Nadie puede rechazar un argumento correcto;
pero ustedes me acusaron sin razón.
26 Ustedes me critican por mis palabras,
palabras locas que se lleva el viento.
27 ¡Capaces son de jugarse la vida de un huérfano
y de vender aun a su propio amigo!
28 Mírenme ahora cara a cara;
díganme si miento.
29 Retiren lo dicho, no sean injustos;
reconozcan que tengo razón.
30 ¿Acaso creen que soy un mentiroso
que no se da cuenta de lo que dice?
Job 6
New American Standard Bible
Job’s Friends Are No Help
6 Then Job responded,
2 “(A)Oh if only my grief were actually weighed
And laid in the balances together with my disaster!
3 For then it would be (B)heavier than the sand of the seas;
For that reason my words have been rash.
4 For the (C)arrows of the Almighty are within me,
[a]My spirit drinks their (D)poison;
The (E)terrors of God line up against me.
5 Does the (F)wild donkey bray over his grass,
Or does the ox low over his feed?
6 Can something tasteless be eaten without salt,
Or is there any taste in the [b]juice of an alkanet plant?
7 My soul (G)refuses to touch them;
They are like loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh, that my request might come to pass,
And that God would grant my hope!
9 Oh, that God would (H)decide to crush me,
That He would let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 But it is still my comfort,
And I rejoice in unsparing pain,
That I (I)have not [c]denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait?
And what is my end, that I should [d](J)endure?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones,
Or is my flesh bronze?
13 Is it that my (K)help is not within me,
And that a (L)good outcome is driven away from me?
14 “For the (M)despairing man there should be kindness from his friend;
So that he does not (N)abandon the [e]fear of the Almighty.
15 My brothers have acted (O)deceitfully like a [f]wadi,
Like the torrents of [g]wadis which drain away,
16 Which are darkened because of ice,
And into which the snow [h]melts.
17 When (P)they dry up, they vanish;
When it is hot, they disappear from their place.
18 The [i]paths of their course wind along,
They go up into wasteland and perish.
19 The caravans of (Q)Tema looked,
The travelers of (R)Sheba hoped for them.
20 They (S)were put to shame, for they had trusted,
They came there and were humiliated.
21 Indeed, you have now become such,
(T)You see terrors and are afraid.
22 Have I said, ‘Give me something,’
Or, ‘Offer a bribe for me from your wealth,’
23 Or, ‘Save me from the hand of the enemy,’
Or, ‘Redeem me from the hand of the tyrants’?
24 “Teach me, and (U)I will be silent;
And show me how I have done wrong.
25 How painful are honest words!
But what does your argument prove?
26 Do you intend to rebuke my words,
When the (V)words of one in despair belong to the wind?
27 You would even (W)cast lots for (X)the orphans,
And (Y)barter over your friend.
28 Now please look at me,
And see if I am (Z)lying to your face.
29 Please turn away, let there be no injustice;
Turn away, (AA)my righteousness is still in it.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue?
Does (AB)my palate not discern disasters?
Footnotes
- Job 6:4 Lit Whose poison my spirit drinks
- Job 6:6 Heb hallamuth, meaning uncertain
- Job 6:10 Lit hidden
- Job 6:11 Lit prolong my soul
- Job 6:14 Or reverence for
- Job 6:15 I.e., dry stream bed(s), except in the rainy season
- Job 6:15 I.e., dry stream bed(s), except in the rainy season
- Job 6:16 Lit hides itself
- Job 6:18 Or caravans turn from their course, they go up into the waste and perish
Job 6
New King James Version
Job: My Complaint Is Just
6 Then Job answered and said:
2 “Oh, that my grief were fully weighed,
And my calamity laid with it on the scales!
3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea—
Therefore my words have been rash.
4 (A)For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
My spirit drinks in their poison;
(B)The terrors of God are arrayed (C)against me.
5 Does the (D)wild donkey bray when it has grass,
Or does the ox low over its fodder?
6 Can flavorless food be eaten without salt?
Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuses to touch them;
They are as loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request,
That God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That it would please God to crush me,
That He would loose His hand and (E)cut me off!
10 Then I would still have comfort;
Though in anguish I would exult,
He will not spare;
For (F)I have not concealed the words of (G)the Holy One.
11 “What strength do I have, that I should hope?
And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones?
Or is my flesh bronze?
13 Is my help not within me?
And is success driven from me?
14 “To(H) him who is [a]afflicted, kindness should be shown by his friend,
Even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 (I)My brothers have dealt deceitfully like a brook,
(J)Like the streams of the brooks that pass away,
16 Which are dark because of the ice,
And into which the snow vanishes.
17 When it is warm, they cease to flow;
When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
18 The paths of their way turn aside,
They go nowhere and perish.
19 The caravans of (K)Tema look,
The travelers of (L)Sheba hope for them.
20 They are (M)disappointed[b] because they were confident;
They come there and are confused.
21 For now (N)you are nothing,
You see terror and (O)are afraid.
22 Did I ever say, ‘Bring something to me’?
Or, ‘Offer a bribe for me from your wealth’?
23 Or, ‘Deliver me from the enemy’s hand’?
Or, ‘Redeem me from the hand of oppressors’?
24 “Teach me, and I will hold my tongue;
Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 How forceful are right words!
But what does your arguing prove?
26 Do you intend to rebuke my words,
And the speeches of a desperate one, which are as wind?
27 Yes, you overwhelm the fatherless,
And you (P)undermine your friend.
28 Now therefore, be pleased to look at me;
For I would never lie to your face.
29 (Q)Yield now, let there be no injustice!
Yes, concede, my (R)righteousness [c]still stands!
30 Is there injustice on my tongue?
Cannot my [d]taste discern the unsavory?
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