Round One: Job's Second Speech:
If only God would crush me!
61Then Job responded:
2If only my grief could be weighed,
and my devastation placed on the scales with it!
3They would certainly weigh more than the sand of the sea!
No wonder my words have been rash.[] 4The arrows of the Almighty stick in me.
My spirit drinks in their poison.
The terrors of God are lined up against me.
5Does the wild donkey bray when it has green grass?
Does the ox bellow when it is near its fodder?
6Is tasteless food eaten without salt?
Is there flavor in the white of an egg?[] 7I absolutely refuse to touch it.
It is no better than sickening food.
8If only my request would be granted.
If only God would grant me what I hope for:
9that God would decide to crush me,
that he would unleash his hand and cut me off.
10For then I would still have this comfort:
Even as I writhe in relentless pain,[] I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What strength do I have to wait hopefully?
What end awaits me that would make me want to prolong my life?
12Is my strength like stone,
or is my flesh bronze?
13Certainly I have no power to help myself,
since the hope that I can recover has been driven far away from me.