Top Verses Profile for Job 6:11  

4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me. 5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder? 6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow? 7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. 8 "Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for," 9 That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life! 10 Then I would still have this consolation – my joy in unrelenting pain – that I had not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 "What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?" 12 Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze? 13 Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me? 14 "Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty." 15 But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow 16 When darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow 17 But that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat vanish from their channels. 18 Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go off into the wasteland and perish. (NIV)

4 [But it is] because the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which my spirit drinks up; the terrors of God set themselves in array against me. 5 Does the wild ass bray when it has grass? Or does the ox low over its fodder? 6 Can that which has no taste to it be eaten without salt? Or is there any flavor in the white of an egg? 7 [These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]! 8 Oh, that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! 9 I even wish that it would please God to crush me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off! 10 Then would I still have consolation--yes, I would leap [for joy] amid unsparing pain [though I shrink from it]--that I have not concealed or denied the words of the Holy One! 11 What strength have I left, that I should wait and hope? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient? 12 Is my strength and endurance that of stones? Or is my flesh made of bronze? 13 Is it not that I have no help in myself, and that wisdom is quite driven from me? 14 To him who is about to faint and despair, kindness is due from his friend, lest he forsake the fear of the Almighty. 15 [You] my brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away 16 Which are black and turbid by reason of the ice, and in which the snows hides itself; 17 When they get warm, they shrink and disappear; when it is hot, they vanish out of their place. 18 The caravans which travel by way of them turn aside; they go into the waste places and perish. [Such is my disappointment in you, the friends I fully trusted.] (AMP)

4 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. 5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder? 6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg? 7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat. 8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! 9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! 10 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. 11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? 12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass? 13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me? 14 To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. 15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; 16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: 17 What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place. 18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish. (KJV)