Job 10

1 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.

My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.

I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

3 Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?

Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?

4 Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?

Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?

5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,

Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,

6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?

so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?

7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.

And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.

8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?

Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?

9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?

Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?

Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.

You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.

12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.

You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.

Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.

14 If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.

If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?

15 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.

And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.

16 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.

And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.

17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.

You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.

18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!

Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!

19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!

I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,

Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:

before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,

22 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.

a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.