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.
I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
I will tell God, “Don't just condemn me—tell 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?
Do you enjoy accusing me? Why do you reject me, someone you made with your own hands, and yet smile on the scheming of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
that you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins?
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you.
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
Remember that you shaped me like a piece of clay—are you now going to turn me back into dust?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
You poured me out like milk, you curdled me like cheese.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was
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?
to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs.
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.
If I'm guilty I'm in trouble, if I'm innocent I can't hold my head high because I'm totally disgraced as I look at my sufferings.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
You repeat your arguments against me, you pour out more and more of your anger against me, you send fresh armies against me.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen me!
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight from the womb to the grave.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
I only have a few days left, so why don't you leave me alone so I can have a little peace
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 where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow of death—
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
the land of total darkness where death's shadow lies, a place of chaos where light itself is darkness.”
