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 am weary of my life; I will let loose within me 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! Show me 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 a pleasure to thee to oppress, And to despise the work of thy hands, And to shine upon the plans 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 a man, Are thy years as the days of a mortal,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
That thou seekest after my 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.
Though thou knowest that I am not guilty, And that none can deliver from 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?
Have thy hands completely fashioned and made me In every part, that thou mightst destroy me?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
O remember that thou hast moulded me as clay! And wilt thou bring me again to dust?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Thou didst pour me out as milk, And curdle me as cheese;
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, And strengthen me with bones and sinews;
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Thou didst grant me life and favor, And thy protection preserved my breath:
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
Yet these things thou didst lay up in thy heart! I know that this was in thy mind.
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 wilt not acquit me of 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 am wicked, —then woe unto me! Yet if righteous, I dare not lift up my head; I am full of confusion, beholding my affliction.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
If I lift it up, like a lion thou huntest me, And again showest thyself terrible unto 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 anger toward me; New hosts continually rise up 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 didst thou bring me forth from the womb? I should have 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 be as though I had not been; I should have been borne 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? O spare then, And let me alone, that I may be at ease a little while,
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—To the land of darkness and death-shade,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
The land of darkness like the blackness of death-shade, Where is no order, and where the light is as darkness.
