욥기 6장 Good News Translation (1992)

Good News Translation (1992) · 영어 · 욥기 (Job) · 29절 · 대역: King James Version

언어 판 책 장 대역 (나란히) 바로 가기

절	Good News Translation (1992)	King James Version
1	—	But Job answered and said,
2	Job If my troubles and griefs were weighed on scales,	Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3	they would weigh more than the sands of the sea, so my wild words should not surprise you.	For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4	Almighty God has shot me with arrows, and their poison spreads through my body. God has lined up his terrors against me.	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	A donkey is content when eating grass, and a cow is quiet when eating hay.	Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6	But who can eat flat, unsalted food? What taste is there in the white of an egg?	Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7	I have no appetite for food like that, and everything I eat makes me sick.	The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8	Why won't God give me what I ask? Why won't he answer my prayer?	Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9	If only he would go ahead and kill me!	Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10	If I knew he would, I would leap for joy, no matter how great my pain. I know that God is holy; I have never opposed what he commands.	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 strength do I have to keep on living? Why go on living when I have no hope?	What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12	Am I made of stone? Is my body bronze?	Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13	I have no strength left to save myself; there is nowhere I can turn for help.	Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14	In trouble like this I need loyal friends— whether I've forsaken God or not.	To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15	But you, my friends, you deceive me like streams that go dry when no rain comes.	My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
16	The streams are choked with snow and ice,	Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
17	but in the heat they disappear, and the stream beds lie bare and dry.	What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18	Caravans get lost looking for water; they wander and die in the desert.	The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19	Caravans from Sheba and Tema search,	The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20	but their hope dies beside dry streams.	They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
21	You are like those streams to me, you see my fate and draw back in fear.	For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
22	Have I asked you to give me a gift or to bribe someone on my behalf	Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
23	or to save me from some enemy or tyrant?	Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
24	All right, teach me; tell me my faults. I will be quiet and listen to you.	Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25	Honest words are convincing, but you are talking nonsense.	How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
26	You think I am talking nothing but wind; then why do you answer my words of despair?	Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
27	You would even roll dice for orphan slaves and make yourselves rich off your closest friends!	Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
28	Look me in the face. I won't lie.	Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
29	You have gone far enough. Stop being unjust. Don't condemn me. I'm in the right.	Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
30	But you think I am lying— you think I can't tell right from wrong.	Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?