Job 10
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
15 If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.
And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
