Job 10
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
κάμνων τῇ ψυχῇ μου στένων ἐπαφήσω ἐπ’ αὐτὸν τὰ ῥήματά μου λαλήσω πικρίᾳ ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
καὶ ἐρῶ πρὸς κύριον μή με ἀσεβεῖν δίδασκε καὶ διὰ τί με οὕτως ἔκρινας
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
ἦ καλόν σοι ἐὰν ἀδικήσω ὅτι ἀπείπω ἔργα χειρῶν σου βουλῇ δὲ ἀσεβῶν προσέσχες
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
ἦ ὥσπερ βροτὸς ὁρᾷ καθορᾷς ἢ καθὼς ὁρᾷ ἄνθρωπος βλέψῃ
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
ἦ ὁ βίος σου ἀνθρώπινός ἐστιν ἢ τὰ ἔτη σου ἀνδρός
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
ὅτι ἀνεζήτησας τὴν ἀνομίαν μου καὶ τὰς ἁμαρτίας μου ἐξιχνίασας
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
οἶδας γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἠσέβησα ἀλλὰ τίς ἐστιν ὁ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν σου ἐξαιρούμενος
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
αἱ χεῖρές σου ἔπλασάν με καὶ ἐποίησάν με μετὰ ταῦτα μεταβαλών με ἔπαισας
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
μνήσθητι ὅτι πηλόν με ἔπλασας εἰς δὲ γῆν με πάλιν ἀποστρέφεις
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
ἦ οὐχ ὥσπερ γάλα με ἤμελξας ἐτύρωσας δέ με ἴσα τυρῷ
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
δέρμα καὶ κρέας με ἐνέδυσας ὀστέοις δὲ καὶ νεύροις με ἐνεῖρας
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
ζωὴν δὲ καὶ ἔλεος ἔθου παρ’ ἐμοί ἡ δὲ ἐπισκοπή σου ἐφύλαξέν μου τὸ πνεῦμα
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
ταῦτα ἔχων ἐν σεαυτῷ οἶδα ὅτι πάντα δύνασαι ἀδυνατεῖ δέ σοι οὐθέν
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
ἐάν τε γὰρ ἁμάρτω φυλάσσεις με ἀπὸ δὲ ἀνομίας οὐκ ἀθῷόν με πεποίηκας
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.
ἐάν τε γὰρ ἀσεβὴς ὦ οἴμμοι ἐάν τε ὦ δίκαιος οὐ δύναμαι ἀνακύψαι πλήρης γὰρ ἀτιμίας εἰμί
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
ἀγρεύομαι γὰρ ὥσπερ λέων εἰς σφαγήν πάλιν δὲ μεταβαλὼν δεινῶς με ὀλέκεις
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
ἐπανακαινίζων ἐπ’ ἐμὲ τὴν ἔτασίν μου ὀργῇ δὲ μεγάλῃ μοι ἐχρήσω ἐπήγαγες δὲ ἐπ’ ἐμὲ πειρατήρια
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
ἵνα τί οὖν ἐκ κοιλίας με ἐξήγαγες καὶ οὐκ ἀπέθανον ὀφθαλμὸς δέ με οὐκ εἶδεν
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
καὶ ὥσπερ οὐκ ὢν ἐγενόμην διὰ τί γὰρ ἐκ γαστρὸς εἰς μνῆμα οὐκ ἀπηλλάγην
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
ἦ οὐκ ὀλίγος ἐστὶν ὁ χρόνος τοῦ βίου μου ἔασόν με ἀναπαύσασθαι μικρὸν
21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
πρὸ τοῦ με πορευθῆναι ὅθεν οὐκ ἀναστρέψω εἰς γῆν σκοτεινὴν καὶ γνοφεράν
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
εἰς γῆν σκότους αἰωνίου οὗ οὐκ ἔστιν φέγγος οὐδὲ ὁρᾶν ζωὴν βροτῶν
