< Job 10 >
1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will 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 unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel 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 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast 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 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine 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 were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine 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 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, 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 I should be as though I had not been; I should have 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 not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive 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, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.