Job 10
1 I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself.
My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2 I will tell God, “Don't just condemn me—tell me what you have against me.
I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
3 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?
Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?
4 Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do?
Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
5 Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity,
Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
6 that you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins?
That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
7 Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you.
Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
8 You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me.
Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
9 Remember that you shaped me like a piece of clay—are you now going to turn me back into dust?
Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
10 You poured me out like milk, you curdled me like cheese.
Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
12 You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me.
Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
13 But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was
Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
14 to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs.
If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.
15 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.
If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
16 If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me.
But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
17 You repeat your arguments against me, you pour out more and more of your anger against me, you send fresh armies against me.
Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
18 So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen me!
Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19 It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight from the womb to the grave.
And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
20 I only have a few days left, so why don't you leave me alone so I can have a little peace
Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
21 before I go to where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow of death—
Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
22 the land of total darkness where death's shadow lies, a place of chaos where light itself is darkness.”
Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.
