Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me. Show me why thou contend with me.
I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
3 Is it good to thee that thou should oppress, that thou should despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
4 Have thou eyes of flesh? Or do thou see as man sees?
Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man's days,
As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
6 that thou inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin,
That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
7 although thou know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me together round about, yet thou destroy me.
Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou have fashioned me as clay. And will thou bring me into dust again?
Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 Have thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 Thou have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 Thou have granted me life and loving kindness, and thy visitation has preserved my spirit.
Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 Yet these things thou hid in thy heart. I know that this is with thee.
Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
14 If I sin, then thou mark me. And thou will not acquit me from my iniquity.
If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
15 If I be wicked, woe to me. And if I be righteous, yet I shall not lift up my head, being filled with shame, and looking upon my affliction.
If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
16 And if my head exalts itself, thou hunt me as a lion. And again thou show thyself marvelous upon me.
When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
17 Thou renew thy witnesses against me, and increase thine indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
18 Why then have thou brought me forth out of the womb? I would have given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
21 before I go where I shall not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as midnight.
A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
