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 leave my complaint on myself; 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 to God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend 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 to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked?

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

Have you eyes of flesh? or see you 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? are your years as man’s days,

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

That you enquire after my iniquity, and search 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.

You know that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of your hand.

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 have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet you do 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 you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?

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

Have you 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:

You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.

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

You have granted me life and favor, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

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

And these things have you hid in your heart: I know that this is with you.

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 you mark me, and you will not acquit me from my 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 to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see you my affliction;

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

For it increases. You hunt me as a fierce lion: and again you show yourself marvelous on me.

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

You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me; changes and war are 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!

Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, 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 from where I shall not return, even to 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.

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