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 doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I 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 say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
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; —
If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
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 before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
21 Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
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 obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
