Job 6, sung word for word in more than 20 music styles, with the words on screen. Free. Choose a style and a voice to play it.
1 -Then Job replied:
2 -“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.
3 -For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.
4 -For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 -Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?
6 -Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?
7 -My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.
8 -If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:
9 -that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
10 -It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 -What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
12 -Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
13 -Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?
14 -A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 -But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,
16 -darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,
17 -but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat.
18 -Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.
19 -The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.
20 -They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment.
21 -For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid.
22 -Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth;
23 -deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?
24 -Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred.
25 -How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?
26 -Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair?
27 -You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.
28 -But now, please look at me. Would I lie to your face?
29 -Reconsider; do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake.
30 -Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?
(Berean Standard Bible)
