New International Reader's Version

Job 6:1-11 New International Reader's Version (NIRV)

1. Job replied,

2. "I wish my great pain could be weighed! I wish all of my suffering could be weighed on scales!

3. I'm sure they would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore. No wonder I've been so quick to speak!

4. The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows. I have to drink their poison. God's terrors are aimed at me.

5. Does a wild donkey cry out when it has enough grass? Does an ox call out when it has plenty of food?

6. Is food that doesn't have any taste eaten without salt? Is there any flavor in the white of an egg?

7. I refuse to touch that kind of food. It makes me sick.

8. "I wish I could have what I'm asking for! I wish God would give me what I'm hoping for!

9. I wish he would crush me! I wish his powerful hand would cut off my life!

10. Then I'd still have one thing to comfort me. It would be that I haven't said no to the Holy One's commands. That would give me joy in spite of my pain that never ends.

11. "I'm so weak that I no longer have any hope. Things have gotten so bad that I can't wait for help anymore.