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 weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.

I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with 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?

Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?

5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,

6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,

7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.

Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?

8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?

10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:

Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.

13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;

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?

If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

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 be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.

16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.

And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.

Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host 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!

Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!

19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.

I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried 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:

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

21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:

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

22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

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