Job 10
1 I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself.
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 tell God, “Don't just condemn me—tell me what you have against me.
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me! Show me wherefore thou contendest with me!
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?
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 Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do?
Hast thou eyes of flesh, Or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity,
Are thy days as the days of a man, Are thy years as the days of a mortal,
6 that you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins?
That thou seekest after my iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
7 Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you.
Though thou knowest that I am not guilty, And that none can deliver from thy hand?
8 You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me.
Have thy hands completely fashioned and made me In every part, that thou mightst destroy me?
9 Remember that you shaped me like a piece of clay—are you now going to turn me back into dust?
O remember that thou hast moulded me as clay! And wilt thou bring me again to dust?
10 You poured me out like milk, you curdled me like cheese.
Thou didst pour me out as milk, And curdle me as cheese;
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles.
With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, And strengthen me with bones and sinews;
12 You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me.
Thou didst grant me life and favor, And thy protection preserved my breath:
13 But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was
Yet these things thou didst lay up in thy heart! I know that this was in thy mind.
14 to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs.
If I sin, then thou markest me, And wilt not acquit me of mine iniquity.
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 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 If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me.
If I lift it up, like a lion thou huntest me, And again showest thyself terrible unto 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 renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine anger toward me; New hosts continually rise up against me.
18 So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen me!
Why then didst thou bring me forth from the womb? I should have perished, and no eye had seen me;
19 It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight 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 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 days few? O spare then, And let me alone, that I may be at ease a little while,
21 before I go to where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow of death—
Before I go— whence I shall not return—To the land of darkness and death-shade,
22 the land of total darkness where death's shadow lies, a place of chaos where light itself is darkness.”
The land of darkness like the blackness of death-shade, Where is no order, and where the light is as darkness.
