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 let go my speech 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 condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
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?
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?
4 Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
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 thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer 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 be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
16 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against 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 didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not 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, carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist 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 no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
