Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
3 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?
What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:
15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.
