Job 10
1 I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself.
My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I 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 say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account 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 seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
4 Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do?
Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
5 Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity,
As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
6 that you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins?
That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
7 Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you.
Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me.
Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded 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, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 You poured me out like milk, you curdled me like cheese.
Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles.
With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me.
Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was
Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
14 to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs.
If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
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 have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
16 If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me.
When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against 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 before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
18 So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen me!
Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
19 It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight from the womb to the grave.
As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
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?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
21 before I go to where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow of death—
Before I go, and not return, unto a 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.”
A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
