Berean Standard Bible
Job 6:2-10
2“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash.4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg1?7My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.
8If only my request were grantedand God would fulfill my hope:9that God would be willing to crush me,to unleash His hand and cut me off!10It still brings me comfort,and joy through unrelenting pain,that I have not deniedthe words of the Holy One.
Notes
- 1. Job 6:6 Or in the sap of the mallow plant ↩
Commentaries on Job 6
- Adam Clarke Bible Commentary
- Barnes’ Notes on the Bible
- Matthew Henry Concise Commentary
- Tyndale Open Study Notes
- Jamieson–Fausset–Brown Commentary
- Rashi on Tanakh
- Keil & Delitzsch Commentary
- John Wesley’s Notes
- Darby Translation Notes
- Geneva Bible Translation Notes
- Kingcomments
- Matthew Henry’s Complete Commentary
- Matthew Henry’s Modern English Commentary
- Scofield Reference Notes, 1917 Edition
- Original Douay–Rheims Annotations
- Seventh-day Adventist Bible Commentary
- EGW Writings
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