Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.

3 Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?

Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked?

4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?

Have you eyes of flesh? or see you as man sees?

5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,

Are your days as the days of man? are your years as man’s days,

6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?

That you enquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.

You know that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of your hand.

8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?

Your hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet you do destroy me.

9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?

10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?

Have you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.

You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.

12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

You have granted me life and favor, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.

And these things have you hid in your heart: I know that this is with you.

14 If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?

If I sin, then you mark me, and you will not acquit me from my iniquity.

15 And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.

If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see you my affliction;

16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.

For it increases. You hunt me as a fierce lion: and again you show yourself marvelous on me.

17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.

You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me; changes and war are against me.

18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!

Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,

Before I go from where I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.

A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.