Job 10

1 Weary in my soul, I will pour my words with groans upon him: I will speak being straitened 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 And I will say to the Lord, Do not teach me to be impious; and therefore have you thus judged me?

I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.

3 Is it good before you if I be unrighteous? for you have disowned the work of your hands, and attended to the counsel of the ungodly.

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 Or do you see as a mortal sees? or will you look as a man sees?

Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

5 Or is your life human, or your years [the years] of a man,

Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

6 that you have enquired into mine iniquity, and searched out my sins?

That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

7 For you know that I have not committed iniquity: but who is he that can deliver out of your hands?

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 have formed me and made me; afterwards you did change [your mind], and strike me.

Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

9 Remember that you have made me [as] clay, and you do turn me again to earth.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

10 Hast you not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11 And you did clothe me with skin and flesh, and frame me with bones and sinews.

Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:

12 And you did bestow upon me life and mercy, and your oversight has preserved my spirit.

Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

13 Having these things in yourself, I know that you can do all things; for nothing is impossible with you.

Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

14 And if I should sin, you watch me; and you have not cleared me from 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 Or if I should be ungodly, woe is me: and if I should be righteous, I can’t lift myself up, for I am full of dishonour.

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 For I am hunted like a lion for slaughter; for again you have changed and are terribly destroying me;

And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.

17 renewing against me my torture: and you have dealt with me in great anger, and you have brought trials upon me.

Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.

18 Why then did you bring me out of the womb? and why did I not die, and no eye see me,

Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!

19 and I become as if I had not been? for why was I not 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 Is not the time of my life short? suffer me to rest a little,

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 whence I shall not return, to a land of darkness and gloominess;

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 perpetual darkness, where there is no light, neither [can any one] see the life of mortals.

A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.